He was my (at that time) husband’s boss but he was way more than a boss, they had a friendship. Shortly after beginning to work together, their boss/employee relationship crossed over a line and they became great friends. I think Chuck was kind of a father figure for husband number one (H-1). He was an extremely nice man and I think he’d have done most anything for H-1 and H-1 for him. For sure it was mutual. Chuck had…
Well, Green Acres didn’t work out too well for “Oliver.” Five days a week, six hours a day, a ten minute break, no lunch and an hour commute round trip, all for twelve dollars an hour wasn’t gettin’ it. But, I was proud of myself for keeping my mouth zipped; it was a conclusion he had to reach on his own. In truth, working in a garden nursery wasn’t what he really wanted in the first place but it popped…
It comes too fast. This is number four without my mom and as long as I’m alive, her leaving will remain raw like it just happened. I know I’m not alone, it’s a club none of us want to belong to but, we don’t get to vote on that. She wasn’t the best mom…..I wasn’t the best daughter but these past four years without her have taken me backwards in my thoughts to realize that what she was, was…
THE PENDANT AND THE TAT It was a long time ago and only yesterday. That’s how some memories of mine go. I’ll bet yours too. We weren’t married yet but we were living together and yes, in sin. But we were planning on being married so I think that makes it just venial. It was October and we flew to Maui with two of our favorite friends…..the kind of friends who make you forget you’re adults. I was an ER…
It’s not that I was too young to be a grandma, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t vanity stuff either. I’m not that person. I’ve never even lied about my age. Well, wait…I did once when I was 15 and my girlfriend and I got a job at the concession trailer at the Detroit Drag Strip. I lied then and said I was 16. It was just I didn’t FEEL like a grandma. In my life, I’ve felt like a girl,…
He retired 3 1/2 years ago and we’ve spent practically every moment of that 3 1/2 years together and…..it’s been awesome. However, what we found in the beginning of retirement was that it’s a process and takes a little time…..true! We had to kinda ease into it. I mean, the sleepin’-in, no alarm, pj’s til noon, no deadlines and commitments part, that’s the given easy stuff and probably the way most people view retirement. And it IS like that, but…
Ever said that? Ever said it and didn’t really mean it? I’ll bet most of the time when we say, “I don’t care”, we really do. And THAT’S the problem. There’s nothing wrong with caring. It’s a good thing and hopefully we all care about something. But what about when it’s hurtful stuff being flung? It would be so nice to just NOT care. Then, I think there’s nothing wrong with NOT caring. Not too long ago, a girlfriend and…
This one happened a looong time ago. Way back in first-husbandville. Way back before AWKWARD became a sentence in one word. I don’t remember why but I was in the hospital. I was scheduled for some sort of minor surgical procedure late morning (maybe a brain transplant, I can’t remember.) What I DID remember, all of a sudden was that I’d forgotten my morning thyroid pill. The pre-hospital instructions had said I should bring my own medication from home and…
A friend of mine had mentioned several times in the past few months of her concern, worry and sadness about Simba, her best friend and traveling companion of many, many years. Simba was who helped her through some of the most painful times of her life. She got through it all side-by-side with Simba. She could see the signs even though Simba put up a brave effort to hide them. I’ve always heard that our furries do NOT want their…
I don’t know why it is that EVERY Valentine’s day, it’s the same memory. The only lousy Valentine’s Day of my entire life and it pops up without fail, every stinkin’ year. Well, here it is again…Valentine’s Day, right on schedule, and like a thorn in my side, the ONE lousy memory is right there with it! I know I hang on to people and stuff too tight and too long but fifty six years? Actually, I’m over it, honest,…