Judy Gomberg puts a funny, heartfelt and humorous spin on being a boomer. She beautifully captures the songs of our lives as our memories grow longer, deeper and stronger.
I dreamed a dream in time goes by, When life returns to more forgiving. I dreamed no masks were in our sight. Except on Halloween with candy giving.
When we were young and unafraid. When hugging Grandpa posed no limits. Our days galore of fun and games. When looking both ways before we crossed, our aim.
But the virus came along. The impact soft as thunder. As our worlds soon fell apart. And our days left without their wonder. We lived our life while stuck inside. Our hopes and prayers put on back burners. -Still here as autumn came.-🎼
We slashed our plans to party on. Weddings and Bar Mitzvahs-no where in sight. No children at the Bema. No hope for brides in white. -All of this was gone.-
And now we hope our life will be. With ”better off” not just a fable. We will raise a glass or two. Pulling chairs up to the table. A little nova, an Everything bagel.
The days now growing longer. Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow. We’ll grab a moment to reflect. The advent of shots not narrow. We have come to see our way. So much hope and much more promise. We’ll buy a dress, a pair of shoes. Make sure to grab our tallis.
As life is coming back. Adding color to our palette. In one more hour, one more day. As life resumes – We’ll Hope, we’ll Pray!
Our hearing is not what it used to be, And all the jazz. Our patience is on the borderline, Add a pinch of that razzmatazz.
So we’ll watch where we are walking. As falling is simply no good. Our laugh lines are no longer laughing. We need a dose of junk food.
And all that Jazz.
So you left the water running and the door slightly ajar. If we were reading of this new reality, We’d be sure to hobble real far. The early bird specials are appealing. As soup or a salad comes with. Are we really living this chapter? Please tell me we’re just dreaming this. Our morale is down in the basement, Can’t find our get up and go. The days are getting longer. The Count down to reach for the sun.
Let’s brush off the cobwebs of winter.
Plant some seeds in the ground. Mallomars are flying off the shelf. As we’re turning this chapter around. Wishes come two in a package. We are thinking we’ll sign up for four. Dog days will soon be behind us. We’ll set the table for more. Our new pair of sneakers are waiting. We can get back on the treadmill of life. We will grasp at our new found mojo. Say goodbye to the anguish and strife.
Adios to this season of drama.
Let’s make it a thing of the past. Say good-bye to nasty ole winter. It just was a matter of time. So pull your chair up to the table. Looks like all will be just fine.
Double down for your chance at the win. Springtime it is a coming. A new dawning day will begin.
And then one day the light at the end of the tunnel was in view. We pushed boulders in an attempt to overlook nothing that would impede the progress to the finish line. Amen.
Who would a thunk in 1996 in a dressing room at Bergdorf that your shopping spree would cost you 83.3 million dollars- to be paid in full to someone who isn’t your type and you’ve never met. You raped a stranger and justice is being served. POS replaces former, three times indicted twice impeached POTUS. Dayenu.
Jeffrey Vetstein- veterinarian Donna Zitplitsky – Dermatologist Sandra de la Gaston- G. I. Specialist Marc E. Waxman – Ear doc
Jason P. Daily- urologist Gene F. Moller Dentist Carson (No)Moe Pain- Pain Doc Toknee -Armbromowitz- orthopedics Howard and Bo Tox – plastic surgery brothers Regin-a- and a Kitty Holestein- gyno sis-ters
On the precipice of change, we take two steps forward- one Big step back.
“I See Friends Shaking Hands- saying how do you do.”
When the leaves were orange and the living was easy. What does the tooth fairy do with all the teeth? Why do the people in the front of the picture appear so much bigger than the people toward the back? Out of the mouths, when life was oh so easy.
The days when Ozzie and Harriet made parenting look like a breeze and we were pretty certain Susan Lucci never used J-date or Match. Com to help find yet another husband.
We re-dialed after our friends line was busy the first time and screeched with excitement, Conrad Birdie style, over our anticipated coed- girl/boy party that evening. We left it up to Wally and Beaver to make sure there would be enough Fresca and Potato sticks. They were heavily endowed with the Cleaver organizational skills
The back ground sound on our portable radio as we primped for the evening was set to Cousin Brucie’s Saturday Night Rock and Roll Party.
We crooned to Build Me Up Buttercup while we sat under a hot dryer with beer can sized rollers in our hair. We were almost ready as we brushed away the fumes from our eyes left by Aqua Net.
The decision to curl our hair rather than iron it straight was a good one, it came out just right. Getting ready was the beginning of the excitement. Our new madras blouse, alpaca sweater and matching “skort” (remember?) hung prominently in the front of our closet right above our shiny, new cordovan colored weejuns. Bright, new Penny, dated 1969 heads up in place. Taps on the sole.
A touch of revlon blush and a glimmer of “coffee bean“ lipstick proceeded a spritz of Shalimar and we were on our way.
With dejavu on our breath we can still euphorically recall how it felt as we unbuttoned the wooden clasps that kept our new Pea Coats in tact.
We proudly walked in, en masse as if we were auditioning for the Miss Pre-Teen of America contest.
The boys gathered on one side of the room as the girls sifted through the 45’s on the other. At this point there was no bottle to spin in sight. Would the Angels sing tonight as our Soldier Boys danced under the Blue Moon in the Still of the Night? We snapped our fingers in unison to Brian Wilson’s tune-
“If you should ever leave me. Though life would still go on believe me. The world could show nothing to me. So what good would living do me? G-d only knows what I’d be without you. This just could have been the theme to the impending heartbreaks along our way.
The evening was a success as we twisted and shouted and moved around as we were invited to the dance floor to do the Loco-Motion.
The specialty years of pre-teening in the 1960’s had a wonderful life of its own.
We made room for our daydreams filled with Johnny Mathis lyrics and wondered if we would ever ride on a rainbow and sit starry eyed. We hold tightly to our memories of days where we would “climb way up to the top of the stairs and all our cares would just drift right into space.” All the while Jay and the Americans knew as the “lion slept tonight” those were our “Magic Moments.” Have a Good Day!
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