Melancon Funeral Home ~ Locally & Family Owned: Obituaries

Melancon Funeral Home ~ Locally & Family Owned: Obituaries

When your day starts off as one huge Lemon....

I knew that today was not going to be exactly what I wanted it to be when I awoke from a horrible nightmare and thought my eldest son was standing next to me...

But you know it's a dream because your waking up to your child when they were much younger standing next to you...caught in a dream within a dream moment...and than you can't reach him right away so you stress...but not to much because you know if it was something really bad you'd get a call....you also realize you've perhaps watched one to many horror flicks with your 21 year old son this past summer months!

The brakes in the car go out while your youngest son was driving it...yet he responded exactly as a person is suppose to and got the car back home and parked safe...cuts short plans made for the weekend....oh well...at least I'm in the country and not stuck in the city limits....

Than your youngest son comes and says mom can you look at my throat it hurts...oh my...strep...just what he needed....yes definitely cuts into any plans made for the weekend...but at least he is home and not stuck somewhere while sick with strep sucks it can be treated.

Pop a small glass of chilled Hpnotic out for Mom, walk down to the mail box and Christmas in a bottle arrives in August...the parrot is dancing to Stevie Wonder....Kal El has the moves down tonight and is lost in his own world of dancing and music while he sings his appreciation over his pasta in his dinner plate with verts on the side and a piece of apple along with wild black berries from the back yard....

Suddenly the world is no longer a huge lemon, but has turned into a wonderful tall glass of Lemonade...Genies are released as you open the cap and take the first tentative whiff...sighs of pure joy come from deep within you and you think "Finally...someone understood what it is a woman wants to smell like"...I'm in Love with a Mistress of the Scented world...this tiny bottle is a Magical Dream turned into reality. That dark, dank, gloomy cloud that has been floating around my brain cells are lifted and the sun has arisen within my grey mater. Just think...I haven't even spritzed any on myself yet.

So with trepidation I give a small spritz on my wrist....just because something smells so blissful in a bottle....any Lady can tell you it can turn into Cat Piss when mixed with the wrong body chemistry....."ohhhhhhhhh" is the only sound that escapes from my lips....the youngest son comes into the room and states he can smell that even with his stuffed up nose when I offer up my wrist for him to take a sniff and he gives his approval.

"Not bad at all Mom" is the highest of compliments from that young man....and he just gave that rating to me, his mother! We mothers know how even more rare that is from some sons. More Magic happening from just one whiff!

As I sit and take another Blissful sniff...images begin to float around in my head and I feel the urge to paint in color...for the first time in a long time I don't have to force it, it is coming on it's own. I am drawing something beautiful and happy. Magical things really do come in small packages....Thank You Mandy. More than you can ever understand or realize, you've helped me rediscover my muse once more.

"Haute Claire"... I can smell notes of galbanum, clary sage, oh yesssss....this makes me want to dance.... I catch a hint of lime, orange, honeysuckle, Ylang Ylang is in the mix and vanilla. While I will be missing out on Joshua's fun activities in Detroit with the fundraiser I no longer mind...I'll be lost with my paints and a canvass......and my Muse, welcome home dragon, it's been a long time since I last saw you.......now let's hit that drawing board.