When I was just a little girl I asked my mother what will I be?

Here’s what she said to me.

Que sera, sera, whatever will be will be.

The future’s not ours to see.

Que sera, sera.

What will be will be.”

And then she let go of my hand and “what will be” became what is.

How much easier life would be if we had a crystal ball for which to see.

The future unfold before it came.

Minimize the struggles, our choice of game.

Challenges and misfortunes factored into the fold.

Gives us our backbone, our strength to behold.

With times so uncertain, a future unclear.

Our nearest and dearest become more clear.

But just for a moment with a dream in place.

Take away the name, add a new face.

If we could throw our troubles back into a pot.

Would we accept beshart?

Be grateful for what we got?

I suppose we would, but just for today.

With a dream, a prayer and fantasy intact.

We’d trade some for sure, not take ours back.

With less of that and more of this.

Our hardships, our strife wouldn’t be missed.

As fate unfurled, at our front door.

The cards were dealt, we tallied the 

score.

Divine order in place, sensibility kicked in.

Focused on blessings, called it a Win.

“When I grew up and fell in love,

I asked my sweetheart, what lies ahead?

Will we have rainbows,

Day after day.

Here’s what my sweetheart said-

Que sera, sera

Whatever will be will be,

The future’s not ours to see

Que sera, sera”

Make it a good day.

There’ll be swingin’ and swayin’ and records playing.
Dancing in the street. Unquote.

Alright 26 show us what’s on “tap.”
Right-left-right cha cha cha.
25’s about to wrap.
Let’s do the hokey pokey.
Double down and bet the store.
We ‘ll turn on the victrola.
And dance across the floor.
A little twist and hully gully.
If that’s what it will take.
Then we’ll lindy hop and jitterbug.
No more dancing just in place.
Hit the ground and sprint ahead.
Add input to effect a change.
Come on boogie woogie bugle boy.
The top man of your craft.
“Stroll” into the New Year and bring along your draft.
Let’s “tap” into the Bossa Nova.
Rock and Roll and “all that jazz.”
Bunny hop and two step.
Swing dance with great pizzazz.
Step one, dance two.
Shouts The Chorus from the line.
Fine tune an Arabesque, stay on Pointe and redefine.
Add elbow grease to team effort.
Realign your goals in mind.
Offer a leg up, if anyone falls behind.
So as you chasse across the finish line.
Or Fred Astaire across the ceiling.
We will welcome in this brand new year.
Position one as we are kneeling.
Hit it Elton.
“So goodbye yellow brick road.
Where the dogs of society howl.
You can’t plant me in your penthouse.
I’m going back to my plough.”
And to all a Good Night!

What would you do if you could? As the coming New Year 2026 is approaching it offers a time of reflection. Another year of life passes by and our tendency is to reframe our inventory. In typical fashion we move the “only if and do more”folder to the forefront. 

In Benjamin Button style if you could put a finishing glaze on your ceramic facade what parts would you smooth out first?  The front runner headline encompasses the concept of “Dreamers.” 

The last several weeks stockpiled horrific news and emphasized the state of despair the world is mired in. We try to unravel from the stranglehold and move toward a moment of hope.

So fast forward to dreams, wishes and make overs. As dreams really can come true I would bid on a breakfast with The Beatles. “The love you take is equal to the love you make.” Seriously one of the all time greatest quotes resonates loud and strong daily.

Ah! To have picked Einsteins brain for even just one hour. “The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.” Imagine it’s possible and it is. Perhaps taken a smokey voice lesson or two from Lauren Bacall. “You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow.”

I would have listened more and talked less. Worked on relationships that offered less chemistry and more of a challenge. I see now they carried lessons in disguise in people skills. High on the list would have been to do more ego building activities, honing natural abilities. More writing, perhaps lingered longer doing craft projects. In turn accepting sooner, it’s all an inside job. Softer ways and less hard ball goes further, indeed. Really walking a mile in someone else’s shoes, huge lesson. So let’s add a spoonful of sugar to help swallow our pride and make it a blessed New Year. “We’ll drink a cup of kindness yet. For the sake of Auld lang syne.“

On the days between the years your presence in our lives feels even more pronounced. We sit still for a moment and reasonably try to evaluate where we could try harder, embrace change and clean up shop. Resolutions are made and we will wait to see if they stick.

We hold on to the lessons that have propelled us into a place with more acceptance and the understanding that our journey is just that. The people in our path who are deceptive are there to help us understand wrong from right. The benevolent, kind and selfless offer us lessons for good values. One of our long term themes is for patience. We go along at our own pace and hope that our recognition of who needs a leg up grows more keen with time. Our gut is really our mind speaking through our heart. You know when you know. Don’t underestimate a vibe, a sideways look on someone’s face. Eye rolls speak volumes. Some of the people, some of the time.

When we are pushed to the limit in our values we are faced with the decision to hold tight or compromise and restructure. When we slip up and waiver we look over our shoulder for the feathers, or dimes you drop along our path.

We feel less alone.

There are days we wonder when it’s our turn again for you to come back our way. It’s often during our toughest lessons.

And so we wake up early, make the coffee as we look ahead to the  New Year. We will wait for the feathers, leave our “judgments” in the recycle bin and know, as long as we work together our backs will be covered. B’h.

If you could read it in Winchell’s column.

A you’re Adorable, B you’re so Beautiful. 

Somedays a song enters our mind and we skip along -dot, dot, dot. 

“If they could see us now, that little gang of ours.”

Cause it’s a long, long way from May to December and I don’t want to walk without you Baby. Walk without my arm about you Baby. 

I have often walked down the street before. But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I-  speaking of my Sweetie Pie only 60 inches high. Every inch is packed with Dynamite. That’s my little Honey Bun. Get a load of Honey Bun tonight.

10 cents a Dance. That’s what they pay me. Gosh how they weigh me down. 

Cause -oh how we danced on the night we were wed. We vowed our true love, though a word wasn’t said. The world was in bloom, there were stars in the skies. Except for the few that were there in your eyes… This put us sitting on top of the world, rolling along, yes rolling along. 

Maybe I didn’t love you.

Quite as often as I could have.

Maybe I didn’t treat you.

Quite as good as I could have.

But you were always on my mind. Always on my mind.

Hit it.

One Day you’ll look to see I’ve gone. For tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the Sun. “You might just make it after all.” 

Have a lyrical kind of Sunday with a Fringe on the top. Mic Drop.

Life is a Cabaret – La la.

What good is sitting alone in a room come join the ladies at play.
Life is a card-room with tiles and a deck, bring along some shekels today.

You’ll hear the buzz.
You’ll arrange your chair.
The cards are shuffled plenty, try going for the hand with all pairs.

And when you are sitting on the sideline for a few.
Get some snacks and Green tea.🎼

As long as your up cause you’re sitting out a hand.
Stop into the bathroom and pee. 😎

Back at the table your strategy in place. Keep your poker face in tact.

Life is a special hand my dear friend keep adding some 3’s leave it to chance.

It is certainly a game filled with luck of the draw.
Keep shuffling and counting the 7’s in play.
You never know if you don’t take a gamble or two. It could be your lucky day.

Watch out for the card that was thrown on your left. Throwing the pack carries a burden quite weighty indeed.

It’s nearing the last 8 cards in the Stock. With some crucial final cards left to play. So… step up your mojo steer clear of a 3. And…
Come join the Cabaret.

What happens when corned beef and pastrami meet on the corner of Potato Knish and Dr. Brown’s Soda? They bump into the Salami on rye with deli mustard sandwich and all get ready to watch as Mr. Ed whispers to Ozzie and Harriet a cute story about (who remembers their neighbor Thorny- Played by Don Defore? Yup! Run on sentence.

They are meeting over at Donna Reed’s house to watch the Beaver and his brother Wally take on Ken Osmond a.k.a. Eddie Haskell in a game of H-O- R- S-E, in their driveway.

After a pot luck dinner with bread pudding for dessert they sit around the piano and sing out loud with My Little Margie, Aunt Bee who got a ride over with Barney and was escorted by Opie. Oh “kay” then. They take out the game of Clue and wait for That Girl ( Marlo Thomas) to be Bewitched by (Elizabeth Montgomery) all the while Ann Sothern, who came with Don Porter is taking the minutes of the day.

In prances Eddie Albert with the fur clad, diamond bearing Eva Gabor from their Green Acres via Park Avenue Pad. And- a good time was had by all.

They also played monopoly trying to remain financially solvent while forcing their opponents into bankruptcy. So who let the dogs out?

The surprise guest was Jim Backus. He came in and announced “I Married Joan,” and they all agreed that everyone Loved Lucy.

The category is Sitcoms in the Sixites. We’ll take our fav Columbo for $1000.00. Please. And I quote – “Just one more thing. There’s something that bothers me. One more question. My wife wants to know. What did you pay for those Manolo Blahniks?

Make it a “Monday in the Park” kinda day.

Auld Lang Syne

Alright 26 show us what’s on “tap.”

Right-left-right cha cha cha.

25’s about to wrap.

Let’s do the hokey pokey.

Double down and bet the store.

We ‘ll turn on the victrola.

And dance across the floor.

A little twist and hully gully.

If that’s what it will take.

Then we’ll lindy hop and jitterbug.

No more dancing just in place.

Hit the ground and sprint ahead.

Add input to affect a change.

Come on boogie woogie bugle boy.

The top man of your craft. 

“Stroll”into the New Year and bring along your draft.

Let’s “tap” into the Bossa Nova.

Rock and Roll and “all that jazz.”

Bunny hop and two step.

Swing dance with great pizzazz.

Step one, dance two. 

Shouts The Chorus from the line.

Fine tune an Arabesque, stay on Pointe and redefine. 

Add elbow grease to team effort.

Realign your goals in mind.

Offering a leg up, if anyone falls behind. 

So as you chasse across the finish line.

Or Fred Astaire across the ceiling.

We will welcome in this brand new year.

Position one as we are kneeling.

Hit it Elton.

“So goodbye yellow brick road.

Where the dogs of society howl.

You can’t plant me in your penthouse.

I’m going back to my plough.”

Mama liked this song -100.3 FM out of North Palm Beach. “It seems we stood and talked like this before.
We looked at each other in the same way then.
But we can’t remember where or when.”

So as we looked out the window toward the orchid tree we heard a little birdie chirping a tune. We recognized the song and called the bird Sophie Sunshine.
In a sounds of silence fashion we feel grateful to be able to hear the mocking birds and not the loud sirens up First Avenue.

After a little Shpatzir around we found a next day delivery dinette table.

On to lunch. We walked next door and ordered two sides with our fresh off the bone turkey sandwich from 3 GGG’s.

The audible from a large table of SENIORS, as we looked up from putting mustard on our baked knish, and the first of many guten you’s was as goes.

“Evelyn you know I need to sit at the end seat I’m a lefty. I’m a lefty (eyeball roll) too, says Barbara. Ok then you sit-and how was your day?

They order water only, they’ll have de-cafe with the dessert- free hamantaschen.

“Florence wanna share a side of chopped liver? It’s divine on the turkey and their delicious rye-bread -no seeds) for the diverticulitis prone.

So if you hold out till Tuesdays in the sunbelt and post your sun-pass on your windshield and if you buy a lottery ticket at Publix you can save $20 bucks if you enter your phone number. Epes- so many “contingents upon.” A Zuchen vey.

Looking forward to water aerobics to burn off some lbs. from our everything (free at the clubhouse bialys.)
Talk later gotta take a snooze before the early bird at the Greek (best hummus) place on Federal Highway. Now we remember “where and when.” Zei gezunt.