Now an empty nester, I watch the school bus drive by my house filled with other mother’s children. While I do like my french fry & debris free car, a refrigerator from which food does not mysteriously disappear, and the peace and quiet that comes with this season, I’m reminiscing about the first day I took my oldest to school. This 20 year old bittersweet memory seems like yesterday. Maybe you can relate?
The wind blew hard today; it was a sign of the times.
A change of season in the weather and in our lives.
Today I’m VEXED because I’ve lost my keys.
Also, my new barrettes (still in the package),
two socks (not a pair),
and my temper!
It wasn’t a world class Rumpelstiltskin snit;
it was a slow-burning internal squawk.
Do you do that?
Pretend it’s all good, but sizzle inside.
I do – more than I care to admit.
Here’s the issue …today.
I don’t lose things.
I just don’t.
I put stuff away.
You could say I’m borderline arrogant about my organized tidiness.
There is a place for everything and everything should be in its place!
But today I cannot find my things.
Where. Are. My KEYS!!!!!
Do you have anyone in your life that’s a handful?
You know, really irritating?
Yeah, me, too.
One of my fathers-in-law was a cop. He bragged about riding motorcycles year-round in the ‘60s. “Heck, yes, (except he didn’t say heck) it was cold. We’d wrap our legs with newspaper as insulation under our uniforms. The department wasn’t full of wimps, women and weaklings like it is now.”
A real charmer, that one.
At least when I had to be around him, his sweet wife kept the peace by buffering his insults and verbal assaults with graceful scoldings and smiles.
Then . . . his wife died.
Suddenly, I became the primary caregiver for that cantankerous man!
Are you a bathtub or shower girl?
Do you like standing under pelting water in a shower or sitting in a mini sea of calm waters in the tub?
Just from my descriptions you can probably tell I’m a bathtub girl. I take showers if I have no other option, but my preference is always a bath. Even when I’m in a hurry, I can take a “skinny” bath and get the desired result—cleanliness—which is an imperative for every day. But I much prefer a deep, hot, relaxing soak. When I get out of the tub, I’m not just clean, I’m refreshed, ready for action . . . or for bed.
A bath sets me up for what’s next: a full day of work or a good night’s sleep. I’m ready.
Sometimes I read in the tub.
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You know what’s crazy? Well, maybe not crazy, but disconcerting? Watching your son grow into your husband’s looks, moves and dreams!
I watched Eli walk down the aisle wearing a black tux and a big smile. He married the girl of his dreams and they ate and danced and schmoozed the night away.
And I couldn’t help but see how he is his father’s progeny. His smile, his hands, his dance moves and his laugh were all very reminiscent of his father.
I only wished my Hot & Hunky husband had lived to see it with me.
Ours was a love story resembling a fairy tale.I was young and beautiful and Hot & Hunky was fearless and handsome. We met in college and it was love at first sight … for him.
He just wasn’t my type. Hot & Hunky was a Christian and while I didn’t know any Christians, from what I had heard in general and seen on 60 Minutes, I didn’t think they could not have any fun. Hot & Hunky didn’t seem to fit that stereotype. While he did have preposterously high standards: he didn’t drink or smoke or use drugs or sleep around, he
didn’t judge me for doing all those things. He went to movies, and came dancing. He told (clean) jokes and was easy to be around. I liked him a lot. Like a prince, he continuously rescued me: he picked me up when I got stranded, he took me to ER when a date went awry, he loved, encouraged, and cherished me. He treated me with respect and adoration.
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A girlfriend I’d been wanting to know better called and asked if I’d like to get together.
Maybe go for a walk.
“Hmmm, what does that mean?” I asked suspiciously.
“Well, we could go for a walk and talk,” she replied.
Like it was a normal thing to do!
This is not a good idea, I thought.
I hadn’t exercised in a long time.
I don’t own yoga pants or exercise clothes.
The closest thing to a walking shoe I own is a