Same Time, Next Year

 

Champagne bubbles were illuminated by the full moon overhead as Larry and Nancy snuggled on a bench along the boardwalk, enjoying the sounds of the rolling surf. 

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They touched the wine flutes together with a clink.  Nancy found a tissue and wiped her teary eyes.  The moonlight glinted off Larry’s balding head as he smiled. 

“Oh, Nancy!  We’re not done yet,” he chuckled.  Kissing her deeply, Larry stood and pulled Nora to her feet.  Another sound kiss all but cemented them both in place.

“Same time, same place next year, Larry?”  Nancy smiled, gazing up at Larry tenderly. 

Larry nodded as they broke their embrace, reluctantly pulling away.

As each headed off in different directions to their respective spouses, Larry raised his glass.  “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.” 

As the fog rolled in, each disappeared into the shadows of their other lives.

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 With apologies to Casablanca. Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn were in a movie "Same Time, Next Year" nearly 20 yrs. ago.

Nana visits Samuel

 

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Samuel stared through the bars of the playpen as he groaned at just another incarceration.  What had he done?  Just the usual stuff, but this time?  

First, he had coughed up a ball of green-yellow phlegm, and spit it on a really old carpet beyond the bars, one that had been in great-grandma's house.  Heh, heh, heh. Then, Samuel had been charged with screaming loudly, marking graffiti on public walls in a diaper medium, and randomly destroying stuff. Good times.

But last one? It was epic.  With just a plastic knife, Samuel had repeatedly stabbed the arm of the couch, tossing foam and stuffing wherever they fell.  It did not end well. 

It was a reach for him, Samuel realized.  "Keep it simple" he reminded himself. Next time.

Samuel then realized that his diaper was beyond damp, and had begun  dripping.  With strong lungs only a two year-old toddler possesses, Samuel cried and sobbed. Mommy, mommy!  Sometimes being one who is not-yet-potty-trained is a blessing.  

A lot is forgiven when a diaper is full. 

This a post from 2014, using words from Wednesday Words. As always, great fun was had by all.

Seeing the End of the Road

 

YouTube: Scott McCreery and Tim McGraw

American Idol 2011

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Live Like You Were Dying

Tim McGraw

He said
"I was in my early forties
With a lot of life before me
And a moment came that stopped me on a dime
I spent most of the next days
Looking at the x-rays
Talkin' 'bout the options
And talkin' 'bout sweet time"
I asked him
"When it sank in
That this might really be the real end
How's it hit you
When you get that kind of news?
Man, what'd you do?"

He said

"I went skydiving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying"
And he said
"Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying"

He said 

"I was finally the husband
That most of the time I wasn't
And I became a friend a friend would like to have
And all of a sudden going fishin'
Wasn't such an imposition
And I went three times that year I lost my dad
I finally read the Good Book, and I
Took a good, long, hard look
At what I'd do if I could do it all again
And then

I went skydiving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fumanchu
And I loved deeper
And I spoke sweeter
And I gave forgiveness I'd been denying"

 

And he said

"Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying
Like tomorrow was a gift
And you've got eternity
To think about
What you'd do with it
What could you do with it
What did I do with it?
What would I do with it?"

Life is urgent, it is now. Believe and then act on your beliefs.  

 John 11:25-26. Our life in Him never ends.

 

 Last summer I was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. 

It has a learning curve that changes each day. When I wrote this 2019 and re-posted it 2023, my life was on a set course until last year.  

 This has more meaning now than it did then, so I have re-re-posted this.

 Everyone dreads that phone call or letter from doctors. Sometimes that call or letter doesn't happen.  Sometimes it does.