A morning in the life of a Jill

This morning had me waking up a few minutes before my alarm. Typical. I got up and after the daily morning routine I headed out to walk to church. Before leaving I went to say bye to my uncle, who happened to be running on the spot in front of the TV, to Formula One racing.

Frolicking out the door and to the roads, I came to realise that I had forgotten how to escape the maze. Undeterred I got out my phone where I hid instructions. Instructions which directed me uphill onto unfamiliar terrain. Unsure of what to do, I walked up the hill determined, then down the hill unsure, then up the hill again, and then slowly back down. After much deliberation and deciding I’ve already wasted time I ran up the hill and discovered that it was indeed where I needed to be.

When I finally made it to church I discovered I was 15 minutes early which surprised me after my little hill troubled episode. I acquired a seat near the back. In front of me sat what I believe to be a Pilipino family. With them they had a little girl who for some reason could not stop staring at me. Not like I blame her, I’ve never seen anyone that looks like me either. So I waved, and she waved back. A little while later I realized I was daydreaming into the back of her head, whereas she was studying me with confusion. I quickly turned away and thought, oh crap now I look like I stalk little kids.

In this church the little ones are sent away during the readings to be creative and stuff. Because it was Palm Sunday, they made little palm crosses. When the priest asked what they were for, none of the kids could answer.

While walking home I took a wrong turn into an enclosure filed with people doing who knows what outside. Not wanting to turn back and face the walk of shame, I kept on walking into what I saw as a pathway that looked like it led out of there. Thank goodness it was, and I managed to find the right path back home.

On that path though there was a boy and girl who were sitting on their front lawn with what looked like a toy machine gun, equipped with bullet chain. They seemed to be on a mission to shot passerbies and cars. Being one of those (guess which one?) I was shot at, to which I held up my hands and yelled for surrender and dramatically died, all the while managing to walk pass. The remainder of the road I walked with the soundtrack of childish machine gun fire and cries of “plane!”

Finally after climbing hills and travelling along roads, I found a black kitty to which I had to stop every urge to run to screaming “KITTTYYY!” Unfortunately the house I found the kitty in was 2 doors down from my current abode of residence, and I wasn’t sure my aunt and uncle would be happy if I accosted the neighbour’s cat.

So eventful morning? Well, you decided.