More Doors From #Louisville #ThursdayDoors

Again, these were taken from a moving car while #4 Daughter, the amazing Sara Marian, drove. So they’re wockerjawed, weirdly truncated, and marred by reflections and dirty windows.

These aren’t exactly ghost doors and windows, since they aren’t bricked up, but they aren’t in commission, either. Zombie doors and windows, maybe?

Some parts of Louisville are more colorful than others. I can imagine eating lunch here, but I’m not sure I would be up for it for breakfast.

How memory works: I remember stopping at this pharmacy for cotton wadding when #3 Daughter was a young’un. I was seething mad, because we had just been to the dentist and he had pulled a tooth from her with no warning. He wanted to spare her the dread anticipation, but I considered it a betrayal of her trust and was fucking furious. Her father agreed with the dentist, which made me even madder. But I like the building, and it has a corner door.

On the day Sara was driving and I was snapping pictures, we stopped at her favorite liquor store because of course we did. This was painted on the wall near where we parked.

Thursday doors is under the direction of Dan Antion, photographer extraordinaire and critter daddy. Visit his site, enjoy his wonderful photographs, follow his directions, and enter a world of doors.

A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A time you were VERY ANGRY on behalf of somebody else.

MA

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One thought on “More Doors From #Louisville #ThursdayDoors

  1. Michael Hodges

    February 17, 2022 at 7:48am

    “…we stopped at her favorite liquor store because of course we did.”

    Lines like that… you have no idea how they make me smile. Very “well THAT might as well happen I guess.” All observation and acceptance. Lines like that feel alive to me, a fast-paced segue to whatever happens next.

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  2. acflory

    February 17, 2022 at 10:15pm

    I’m with you, Marian. You don’t spring something like that on a kid. You may ‘spare’ them the worry leading up to the extraction, but the betrayal of trust in you, the parent, will go deep. If that had happened to my Offspring, I’m sure there would have been night terrors for years thereafter. No offence, but sometimes guys can be as thick as two bricks. 🙁

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      Marian Allen

      February 18, 2022 at 10:24am

      We’re on the same page with this one. When that same child cut her hand and needed stitches, I insisted on going in with her, held her good hand, and said, “Honey, this is going to hurt, but it’ll be over soon.” The doctor said, “Mother, we don’t tell the children it’s going to hurt.” I said, “My kids expect me to tell them the truth.” We kinda glared at each other the whole procedure.

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      • Michael Hodges

        February 18, 2022 at 1:55pm

        I’m the same way with my son. It’s not about trying to hide something, it’s about NOT hiding things. It’s the foundation of trust.

        I remember when he had to have his nose swabbed for a sinus deal several years ago, when his mother used to make a big deal about being “the responsible one” in the public purview. A few minutes later she came out and asked me to come back with her.

        When I entered the room my five-year-old was screaming and his mother had both his arms pinned to the wall, while shouting to me “I can’t hold both is arms and legs, grab him!” The PA was standing, swab in hand, poised on her toes and ready to lunge in as though darting a leopard.

        They both got angry when I told the spouse to let go and the PA to back off a moment. My son was terrified and his mother was snarling about how he refused to hold still and wouldn’t do what he was told.

        I never fully calmed him down, but I explained what had to happen, and why, and then I held his hand and talked him through it. He later told me that the “doctor” just came at him with that thing and when he got scared his mother “pushed him down and tried to hold him.”

        For years after that he refused to go to any doctor with his mother. I had to be there. When stuff was going to hurt it didn’t matter how badly, as long as I assured him everything would be okay. These days he’s old enough he goes, but when it’s time for him to speak with a physician he asks that his mother please leave so he can do it privately and ask questions. He won’t trust her about anything physical where there’s a chance of pain or long-term effect.

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          Marian Allen

          February 18, 2022 at 2:03pm

          Oh, that’s so sad! The doctor and technician who did my biopsy explained everything to me in advance and even turned on the machines and let me hear them so the sounds wouldn’t startle me. Children should be treated with AT LEAST that much respect and consideration.

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      • acflory

        February 18, 2022 at 5:16pm

        I truly do not understand that mindset in the medical profession. I wish all health workers were forced to experience some of this stuff for themselves. I bet that would make them a little more gentle if nothing else. :/

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  3. Dan Antion

    February 19, 2022 at 8:00am

    Ugh! I missed this. How could that happen that I miss. Thursday Doors post? I would have been very mad at that dentist (and I wouldn’t want to be that father). I think you’re the first to coin “Zombie Doors.” I guess they’re in search of hinges – hinges are kinda-sorta the brains of the door.

    A full week of posts, even if I wasn’t aware of them – Yay!

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      Marian Allen

      February 19, 2022 at 9:02am

      Have you been unsubscribed from me? Because I’ve been getting your notifications — YAY!!!

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      • Dan Antion

        February 19, 2022 at 11:15am

        I get one set of notifications, but I get them the day after your post. The problem with Thursdays is that my inbox overflows like a stopped-up drain. I always go looking for yours before preparing the Recap, but I usually find you on Thursday. I hope you keep getting my notifications. I don’t want to claim success yet, but I’m hopeful.

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