“Whatever We Got Going”
Life on lifes terms. One step forward two steps back. Limbo and I quote Oxford- an uncertain period of awaiting a decision or resolution; an intermediate state or condition.
“the fate of the Contras is now in limbo”
Somedays the uncertainty of the somewhere in-between takes our breath away.
We are racing against time with rapid fire speed. The aging process often feels lopsided. It’s when we feel frayed around the edges that we re-group.
Our activities on the daily were often done in knee jerk fashion. Now our knee just jerks and our daily’s offer more of a challenge.
Day dreaming is a wonderful panacea.
The year is 1963. We are starting camp the next day. We lay out our new keds sneakers, chose a pair of “pedal pushers” a sweat shirt and one of the many tee shirts we bought at Alexanders. We grab a tennis sweater as we run out the door to catch the bus.
Ah, we remember it well. Not unlike the first day of school, camp offered unparalleled excitement coupled with the trepidation of will I meet new friends feelings.
With our camp bag complete we get ready for bed. We finish reading one of our favorite Nancy Drew books, The Secret of the Old Clock, turn off our record player that was spinning a 78 Johnny Mathis album and ”Get Misty” as we shut the lights. Euphoric recall is medicinal and certainly helps minimize the startling tone of the in our face senior moments, that turn into where did the years go?
This is a defining moment for cleaning out our figurative closet. What shall stay and who shall go? My take away is that there is a religious and spiritual component where forgiveness and celebration hold court.
As we are on the precipice of unknowing chapters coming our way fast and furiously -let’s fill the empty space that we made room for in our closets for those rainy days with promises of a “new.”
We will try not to stumble over the count our Blessings adages we clicked so many glasses to, as we tap into the “Accentuate the Positives.”
Oh, hey Lionel Ritchie this time we are going to “Make the Magic last for more than just night.” Let’s do it Monday.

Good morning
Great as always …. 1963.. going into my senior year in HS.
You will have to write a separate piece for boys.. yes, I had Keds.. great sneakers
I did not wear pedal pushers or read Nancy Drew.. but I did wear shorts and sweat pants.. which I still do..and it was all about the Hardy Boys… keep making me smile.. it’s a luxury sometimes in the world we live in.. be well…
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