©2009 by Donna Cunningham
I’ve been a weeble all my life. What’s a weeble? It’s a Hasbro‘s Playskool toy that was popular in the 1970s. You may recall the slogan, “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.” They were shaped like a bowling pin except rounded on the bottom and weighted so that if you pushed one down, it sprang right back up.
I was thinking this morning about myself and how I approach life. (You won’t be the least bit surprised to know I do that a lot.) I was reflecting on how I’ve always bounced back, no matter how rough things got. I bounced back from growing up in an alcoholic family. I bounced back—albeit slowly—from a broken heart. I bounced back from cancer 15 years ago. From hip replacement. From the catastrophe the two hip surgeries wreaked with my finances. Just like a weeble. And though I don’t bounce back from such difficult passages with quite the snap that a toy weeble does, you’ve got to remember that toy weebles have wooden hearts, so theirs probably don’t hurt as much as ours do.
What’s the astrological signature of a weeble, do you suppose? I’d say tons of fire signs in the chart (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) and/or a plethora of aspects to the rulers of those signs (Mars, the Sun, and Jupiter, respectively). Probably a fairly strong Pluto, for regeneration and the Phoenix rising from its own ashes. And, yes, I plead guilty on all three counts. (ADDED LATER: See the continued discussion on the signature in the comments section…and add your own speculations.)
Anyway, I’ve been anticipating the next rollover digit on my birthday…oh, sometime this summer. I’m at a happy and contented place these days—retired from doing the things I don’t want to do any more and free to spend as much time as I like doing the things I love, like writing wee bits of fluff for this blog.
I got to wondering if I’d bounce back quite as well as I used to from something really hard. Does a 67 year-old-weeble get back on her feet as quickly as one that doesn’t have quite as many miles on the old odometer?
Hmm. More slowly, perhaps. With more of a time of secluding myself from the world and licking my wounds. But I WOULD, I just know I would. Haven’t I always?
I was searching in Google Images for a picture of a weeble to use with this post, good fun in itself. Serendipity struck when I ran across the cartoon you see here. I visited the artist’s sites and spent a delightful half hour looking at her smart, ironic, but whimsical drawings. I wrote to ask permission to use the drawing, and she was happy for it to appear here. Her name is Mitra Farmand, and her two sites are http://fuffer.wordpress.com and http://www.flickr.com/photos/fuffer2005/ . I suspect her of being a weeble herself.
(If you want to see a Weeble in action, there are a number of videos on You Tube at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3FdXX0FNLps. Or, keep following this blog to see how a 67 year old human weeble does it.)