Sister Golden Hair

“We’ll meet you in the middle, we’ll meet you in the air.”Vibrations count! Find your table of people – 4-5 whatever the number. We root when someone else wins- and don’t view it as our lose. We cry when one of us is challenged. Big smiles when we learn the news of success. Our homes are opened, our arms never too full. We regal in stories of children and ah! grandchildren. Our mitzvahs multiply, our sorrows divide. We often donate anonymously hoping to change our challenges into success’s along our journey. As we walk around the block and down the street together, we share knitting stores, doctor suggestions and where the best craft store is for 7-10 year olds. Happenstance turns to luck and then some. We’ll greet each other at the door, lace kindness with respect and call it a tender moment. Our admiration is not kept a secret- “I love those shoes.” Nothing is too much to ask when we are in need and boy do we love to celebrate. Pipe dreams perhaps, realized and this time not soon enough. We play the obsequious card when one of us needs a pep talk. We turn away when it’s deemed inappropriate to pry. During the holiday of Shavuot – read the book, pass it along and make someone else’s day a little less cloudy. 

Reprise- permission to come aboard!

Summertime and the living is easy, fish are jumping and the cotton is high. After A Hard Day’s Night – I want Breakfast at Tiffany’s with a Splendor in the Grass chaser. As I approach the Autumn of my Youth- I ask what kind of fool am I? I have no damn fool left in me. “I want to come home to you and find the things that you do will make me feel alright ah! Paul . So as we roll out the hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer, the days of soda and pretzels and beer, (well maybe Pinot Grigio), I’d like to go to the” drive- in on Friday night.” In August, as we see the pyramids along the Nile, standing near Moon River we feel grateful to be out of the “heat wave.” Could this be magic, as the lion sleeps tonight in the jungle, the mighty jungle? Who knows, could be it’s only just out of reach down the block, on a beach, under a tree. Tonight? We call on wishful thinking as we put on our yellow polka dot bikini and set our sights on the beach boys. We find ourselves dancing in the streets, eating icicles, popsicles and simply remember our favorite things. Are there lilac trees in the heart of town. Can your hear a lark in any other part of town? Does enchantment pour out of every door, no it’s just on the street where you live. Wouldn’t you like to ride in my beautiful balloon? We can sing a song and sail along the silver sky we can fly, we can fly. Girl I heard you’re getting married, heard you’re getting married this time you’re really sure. So, we’re going to the chapel of love. Love summer weddings. Got those good vibrations, cause G- d only knows at any point, in the still of the night – tomorrow may rain so I’ll follow the sun.

Some Kind of a Wonderful Life!

Let’s do it Monday, of a brand new week. With a day of appointments and possibly disappointments, I wonder what time my first disappointment is. I’m ready, I’ll just push it away Mamala, choose the road most traveled, and like Sheryl Sandberg advises go to Plan B.

As the possessor of a vast collection of go to’s on rainy days, keep your chin up activities and when in doubt negotiate your way out -I’ll get a ticket to ride and wait for Palisades Park to open at 10:00. There I’ll find my way out of the maze of disappointment ride and quiet the noise in my head.

When unbridled passions, limited limitations and plunge-like energy offered a mainstream consistency it was a breeze. When I think of the numerical reality in which we stand I have become accustomed, I have accepted it. What I can’t grasp is the shift in physical abilities which have always been the object of easy sailing in our arena of navigation. But in a no sissy style, add a spoonful of sugar to your get happy medicine, use your aphorism of choice and buy the ticket book at Palisades so you can go on all the rides. Make it a good one!

What’s your Sign-ature?

A friend’s daughter has a company that makes jewelry out of personal signatures. It’s called “Sincerely”. She came up with the idea to use your personal penmanship, if you will, and creates a hanging memory. It could be a name signed, a written message of an “I love you.” She started it as one way to honor the memory her dad Steve. I had her make one up for me and just unwrapping it was a thrill. And I quote- I walk down memory lane, cause I love running into you. Collecting memories, the universal hobby of the heart. 

As Mother’s Day is quickly approaching it offers a binary rush of my Soph. I allow the feelings to come to the forefront and I love her and miss her simultaneously. When she died I lost hope. As the years have moved on I am able to tap into that hope that she always offered. One take away and a huge lesson was her constant reminder when you “do good” it doesn’t matter who gets the credit. Just “do good.” She was a smiley gal. She always had a kind word and was the person who called just to ask how someone was feeling. 

So mama and to all the memory collectors – it’s your day- enjoy the daylights out of every minute. And Romy thanks for my memory.