Vacation Notice

Hey Weekly Harold Readers!
I hope you haven't missed me too much! I'm on vacation skiing in the White Mountains, soon to visit Mount Everest for some really extreme skiing. (Wish me luck! I think I'll need it!)
Anyways, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the delay of Chapter 7. My Crew is very mad at me for being "lazy". So Chapter 7 has been released a little bit late. I thank you for your cooperation and understanding. (that's you MOOSEY!!!)
Peace,
harold;)

Hey There Delilah, Chapter Seven

Previously:
"Oh, hello!" I jumped at the sound of her voice. It was soft and silky smooth, almost like honey. "You must be Jolie." I nodded, not knowing what else to do. "My name is Leila."

I didn't know how to reply. It was as if my mind froze up like wet hair in mid January. My tongue felt feathery and dry in my mouth. No sound came out.

I had been so nervous about this day, meeting this person that I would have to pour my heart and soul into for the next couple of months, maybe longer. A therapist was not my best friend, was never going to be! How could I tell a complete stranger about every little thing that went on inside my brain? It would never be the same! But as I blinked at Leila, something about this theory seemed slightly ridiculous. She seemed so nice, so innocent, so trustworthy--NO! I thought to myself. I couldn't let this happen. I didn't want too get close to anyone ever again, because in a split second it could all be over...

"Hi." The quiet croak that I mustered up from somewhere deep inside me seemed miniscule in comparison to Leila's strong don't-worry-about-a-thing voice.
"Hi!" she replied cheerily. "Come have a seat!" She brought me over to an armchair opposite her and poured me my own cup of herbal tea. After she settled herself in her chair, Leila took a deep yoga breath and looked at me with her electric blue eyes. "So," she started. "You know my name is Leila and I know your name is Jolie and we both know that I am your 'therapist.'" She air quoted the word with her fingers. "But I'd prefer we not think of it that way. Instead I'll be your...healer...or adviser. Sound okay with you?" Silently, I nodded. Note-to-self, she's also a bit kooky.
"Your mother told me that you have to go to the orthodontist, so our visit today will be cut a little short, so I'll give you your 'present,'" Again with the air quotes! "first." Leila stuck a bangle-covered hand into a larger-than-life canvas bag and pulled out something covered in lavender and silver wrapping paper. "Go on!" she coaxed. "Open it."
With my eyes fixd on Leila, I slowly opened the package. I had no idea what it could be. As I pulled off the last bit of paper, though, I found out.

Music and Lyrics: 2/24-3/1 (Is It In YOUR Head?) So Happy Together by The Turtles

Imagine me and you I do
I think about you day and night
It's only right
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight
So happy together
If I should call you up invest a dime
And you say you belong to me
And ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be
So very fine
So happy together

I can see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life

Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together

I can see me lovin' nobody but you
For all my life
When you're with me baby the skies'll be blue
For all my life
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me
So happy together
Me and you and you and me
No matter how they toss the dice
It had to be
The only one for me is you
And you for me

So happy together
So happy together
How is the weather
So happy together
We're happy together
So happy together
Happy together
So happy together
So happy together

Quote for 2/24-3/1

"A clever person solves a problem. A wise person avoids it."

-Albert Eeinstein-

Riddle for 2/24-3/1

Last week's riddle was:

"What has no beginning, middle, or end?"

"A doughnut!"

This week's riddle is:

"I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, But my continued death brings wealth for all to want more. What am I? "

???

How do like The Weekly Harold's first serialized (written in parts) story? Do you have comments or suggestions? Are you a huge fan and are craving more of this fabulous story? Maybe you want to know what inspired this story or who the characters are based on. Well as your chief writer I have all the answers! (Feel free to leave any comments, questions, or suggestions about The Weekly Harold in general as well!)
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My crew and I are looking forward to receiving your wonderful words of wisdom!
Peace!
harold;)
P.S. This Sunday's chapter of Hey There Delilah will be the reveal of what the title of the story really means. (!)

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Hey There Delilah, Chapter 6

"Jolie Anderson." I quickly looked up. "Jolie Anderson." A heavy set woman with a boring monotone voice was sitting at the front desk of the waiting room. She lazily let her watery, blank cow eyes wander around the room in search of me. My mother beckoned for me to go to the desk.
"Have fun," she whispered to me as I walked off. Ha! This would be anything but fun.
"I'm Jolie Anderson," I said to the woman. She continued flipping through her stack of files and pointed to a door marked #2 close to the opening of a dimly lit hallway. I took her simple gesture to mean "Go in there and let me get back to work." As I made the short treck to the office, I could feel my heart start to beat a little faster. I grasped the cold, golden door knob, palms sweating and hands shaking. Being nervous was one of the things I was best at.
Ever so slowly, the door creaked open and instantly I was bathed in a warm bright light. The strong scent of tropical flowers washed over me, flooding my senses. It made me feel completely at ease, almost as if I was lying on an exotic beach in Jaimaca surrounded by cococut trees and clear turquise water.
Quickly I realized that I wasn't alone. A young woman that looked to be in her early 30's sat comfortably curled up on a cream colored armchair. She was sipping what smelled like herbal tea. In her other hand was a small paperback book titled "Swimmingly Fishy." Her completely serene expression was framed by soft golden curls that lay traquilly on her shoulders. The woman's outfit silently screamed that she was a colorful and energetic person. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall.
"Oh, hello!" I jumped at the sound of her voice. It was soft and silky smooth, almost like honey. "You must be Jolie." I nodded, not knowing what else to do. "My name is Leila."

Music and Lyrics: 2/17-2/23=New Soul by Yael Naim (Is It In YOUR Head?)

This song is from the new MacBook Air Commercial. Catchy!

I'm a new soul

I came to this strange world hoping

I could learn a bit about how to give and take.

But since I came here

Felt the joy and the fear

Finding myself making every possible mistake

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

I'm a young soul in this very strange world

hoping I could learn a bit about what is true and fake.

But why all this hate?

Try to communicate.

Finding trust and love is not always easy to make.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

This is a happy end cause' you don't understand everything you have done

why's everything so wrong

This is a happy end

come and give me your hand

I'll take your far away.

[Refrain]:

I'm a new soul

I came to this strange world hoping

I could learn a bit about how to give and take

But since I came here

felt the joy and the fear

finding myself making every possible mistake

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...

Weekly Quote: 2/17-2/23

"Cheese… milk's leap toward immortality."

-Clifton Fadiman-

Riddles for 2/17-2/23

Last week's riddle was:

"David's father has three sons: Snap, Crackle, and ______: David!"

This week's riddle is:

"What has no beginning, end, or middle?"