more than just a lamp


She’s parked in my spot.

I hit the brakes and hear the bag with 2-litre pop roll off the backseat. I hope they didn’t land on the kaiser buns.

She is making off with the lamp.

I pop out of my minivan.

I search my mind for her name and remember just as I make eye contact. “Want help with that Sarah?” I recognize her glasses from her Facebook profile photo. Fruit of the Loops buy and sell Facebook site.

I wonder if she woke my husband from his post-night shift sleep.

“I should be good,” she says, chrome dome shade taking swings at her chin as she opens the car door.

I crawl into the backseat of her car and help her ease the lamp in, still swinging its fists.

I personify the lamp and wonder if it’s fighting for it’s right to stay. With me.

“Just move that stuff around back there, it’s stuff for the good will”.

I re-arrange a robust black garbage bag and turn the base of the lamp to settle it in safely. I grab a handful of newspapers and pass them to her to pad the shade.

“Do you like it?” I ask, hopeful she might not want it after all.

“I LOVE it,” she shrieks. “I have a house FULL of midcentury”.

“I’m glad,” I whisper back. “I love it too, so I’m happy for your enthusiasm”.

“Then why are you getting rid of it?”

“My husband doesn’t share my love for quirky midcentury stuff.”

“Well I’m… single.” she whispers. Not in a sheepish way, but in the way one might reveal the secret location of a new tapas bar no one yet knows about.

I notice how groovy her glasses are. How her silk scarf folds in just the right spots as it cascades down her wool coat.

“My ex-husband has a palace at the top of the hill and I”m perfectly happy to fill my little home with eccentric treasures.”

I feel envy.

I want to yell to my lamp. You are free! Run!

I wonder if there is a genie in the lamp that I have freed that will return to grant me a wish.

But I am paralyzed by the thought that I wouldn’t know what to wish for as I watch her careening down the street. Away from my palace.


12 thoughts on “more than just a lamp”

  1. Crystal Stranaghan November 17, 2017 2:42 am

    LOVING these! SO fun.

  2. Rebecca Hughson November 18, 2017 6:14 pm

    Tamara!!! I love your voice! I started a note in my phone years ago with random first lines for stories and this reminded me if it. Thank you for being the brave one and actually WRITE. You inpire (and entertain!) me.

    • tamaravukusic November 18, 2017 6:37 pm

      This means the world to me coming from you Rebecca. I look forward to taking a peek into what you’ve been up to…

      • Sylvia January 8, 2018 10:41 pm

        That was just great reading , wanted more ?? Luv luv it

  3. Tania D McCartney November 19, 2017 4:36 pm

    I feel like I am in your head.

  4. Tracy Macpherson November 19, 2017 10:47 pm

    Had I read this anywhere else, I would have forwarded to you…it is you.

  5. Heidi Coleman November 20, 2017 5:38 pm

    Just read the first one. Sitting in a café in Liverpool charging my phone and my mind with your beautiful words Tamara.

    • tamaravukusic November 20, 2017 11:48 pm

      What a fabulous picture you paint! Thanks for making this an ‘international blog’ Heidi. You have a knack for bringing all things to a new level. Much appreciated.

  6. Lisa Whitman November 22, 2017 6:36 pm

    I love it… suddenly I don’t feel ashamed at being single… I need a new lamp!!!

    • tamaravukusic November 22, 2017 9:53 pm

      There is always an extra lamp here:) You do single strong and proud! I grew up with a capable mom like you. It looked really hard some days. And free and powerful other days. There are so many different ways to live a full life.

  7. Gurdeep Pannu November 25, 2017 6:01 pm

    “Well, …I’m single, she whispers”. Pulled at me. You have a unique way with words that makes me think differently. Can’t wait to read more.

    • tamaravukusic December 3, 2017 4:24 pm

      Thank you for letting me know that something I have written has ‘pulled at you’. This means a great deal to me.

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