On the days before the Jewish New Year 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.

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 valued “constants” offer us endearments.

One of your 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. Don’t underestimate a vibe, a sideways look. Eye rolls speak volumes.

When we are pushed to the limit you leave us 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 moments.

And so we wake up early, make the coffee. We look ahead to the “Days of Judgment.” We leave our “judgments” in the recycle bin and know, as long as we work together our backs will be covered. G’mar Chatima Tova.

Season -Take 2

We’ll make our way around the cardroom.
Sit down for a game of play.
In light of so many new faces, we won’t let apprehension get in our way.
How bout grabbing a coffee, meet at the Bistro for lunch?

The season has early beginnings, our timeline unfolds with a crunch.

Have you met a woman named Nancy?
She likes mah jongg with 13 tiles.
As you walk from golf to the locker room, her presence leads with a Smile.

We are sigining up again for the class in Memoir Writing.
One of the hidden secrets at Broken Sound.
We met a group with similar interests. It really was quite profound.

With so many rules on the golf course and lessons to hone our new skill.
Determined to get this game going, they say make of it what you will.

So like meeting people in the cardroom, we won’t let trepidation get in the way.
We’re packing for winter like summer.

Soon we’ll be on our way.

Here’s to meeting up again for season two.
With mojo and anticipation.
Call it a veritable who knew.

We’ll mix in some hope with a wish.
See you at the new restaurant on Yamato.
G-d speed and sealed with a kiss.

Repost with❤️

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 larger than the people toward the back? Out of the mouths…when life was so mellow. 

We bought our first pair of silk stockings which were to be held up by a stretchy pink and white striped garter belt. We felt so mature. Remembering the days of Ozzie and Harriet, Susan Lucci, Soupy Sales and Wally and The Beav. We really do only have “One Life to Live.”

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 in Daren Scott’s basement. We will always miss Daren. 🥲

After we sat under a hot dryer with beer can sized rollers in our hair we brushed away the fumes from our eyes left by Aqua Spray. The decision to curl our hair rather than iron it straight was a good one, our hair came out just right. 

Getting ready “Was” the excitement. Our new madras blouse and alpaca sweater 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.

A touch of revlon blush, 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 recall euphorically how it felt when we unbuttoned the wooden clasps that kept our new Pea Coat in tact. 

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? Wah a Watusi. It’s the dance made for a romance.

The specialty years of pre-teening  encapsulated so many of our trial and error moments. Being in a click helped dissipate the error parts, we were all in it together. We still are- our piece of Good Luck.

We made room for our daydreams laced with Johnny Mathis lyrics and we did get Misty. 

Our Barbie and Ken’s were repositioned and left to fetch for themselves in the back row of our minds. In the “still of the night” we hold tight to the precious  memories that Perry Como knew were those “Magic Moments.” Make it a fun Thursday.

As the G-d forbids came at us in rapid fire succession we honed a new set of skills in the “We’ll get through this Dept.” And…

5 months later we did.

We are finishing up the large sized box of cereal, packing up our summer garb which is now also worn in winter and heading South.

Through the years we toasted at every dinner across a myriad of tables and with oh! so many familiar faces that if and when health became challenging we “could” plow through and realize success. 

Dear G-d thank you for lending us the strength to push aside our petty indifferences, forget about toothpaste caps sitting idle and focus all our positive energy on healing. 

We pray that our chance to learn these life saving lessons becomes incorporated in our gratitude list. You did us a solid in the here’s an opportunity, do with it as you see fit. 

Next Sunday we will celebrate 25 years of marriage.

Ira, you threw your hat in the ring and Hashem returned it refurbished. What a team.

So for today we’ll take the category “Too Good” for a thousand please. B”H.

Hold on to the days of carnival gifts and joy rides. Reposting a blog of a holiday of prayer, new possibilities and sprinkling in wishful thinking.

We woke up heavy hearted as we learned crappy news about a friend.  

Apples, Honey and the test of time. לעולם בזמן הנכון- loosely translated “there is no good time to hear bad news.” The Rabbi’s sermon last eve struck a particular cord as we struggle to make any sense of the collection of tragedies we have suffered as a nation this past year.

L’shana tova tikatevu. The book of life was sealed on September 30,2017 and the very next day Stephen Paddock of Mesquite, Nevada opened fire on a crowd of concertgoers. 58 people were slaughtered, he was found dead in his Mandalay Bay hotel room from a self inflicted gunshot wound. Motive unknown. Seriously?

How often do we hear, surrounding a tragedy “motive unknown?”

There are cries for help from severely deranged individuals through social media that we tune into after the fact.

What behavoirs are we missing on a daily basis from our immediate population that we overlook, minimize and chalk up to “oh they are having a bad day.”

As we begin a New Year become your own community. Be a better signal listener. Put down your electronics while passing the bread basket around your table and listen to what your peeps aren’t saying through words. Yes dear Rabbi,”it’s never a good time to hear bad news.” Perhaps for today make hopscotch leaps toward really hearing cries for help when your friend tells you they are hurting. Put your “to do” list aside and listen up.

Dip the apple in the honey from the same jar that has been in your closet for years and sweeten up your friendships. Hey, come play at our table. You got this, one day at a time.

Musings entitled:

1)  You gotta be kidding me.

2) All the things we didn’t do this summer.

3) No I didn’t see your Grabber.

4) Look what I learned at PT today.

5) How to change a flat tire while balancing a cane.

6) Yes, the Dr. Ranawat who replaced my other Hip.

7) Tylenol is better for you than Advil. Trust me.


8) Setting the record for calls  to Cable t.v. Support. HDMI cable savant.

9) Do raised toilet seats get thrown in the recycle bin?

10) Senior.com replacement parts.  Aka You shouldn’t know from this.

11) Bells are ringing in my Ears.

Last but not least.
12) How to feign sleeping 💤 in two easy lessons.


Mic Drop

The Theft of Time.

Dear Columbo- we are having a conundrum of sorts. We need your help in solving the mystery of misplaced time.

We know it was here somewhere close and yet it flew by. If only we can feign absentmindedness as well as you. The early years we recall euphorically and with more clarity than yesterday’s lunch.

The toys we played with, the Pyramids along the Nile, under the Blue Moon and knowing we were on the Street where you lived. Memories strong. 

The exact spot where we did homework and our after school snacks, still top of mind. Where were you when Kennedy was shot?. No problem.

Our Saturday’s in high school spent buying bangle bracelets and new alpaca sweaters at Ginsburgs and Wechlers after lunch at Wassers. Miss those French fries.

With ease we remember the day to days of our jobs and hard earned pay/commissions. You still with us?

All the backgammon games at Cavallero’s and dancing on the crowded floor at Studio 54. We can still turn that beat around. Love a little Gloria Gaynor.

Not sure how we arrived home pre-Uber days and woke up in our own beds, two aspirins and at least 8 hours of sleep later. All those nights with Thunderbird, Blue Nun and the occasional whiskey sour.

Of course, yes, our share houses on Fire Island and in the Hamptons. Hazy days of summer with Fresca, pretzels and Almaden white.

 Luke and Laura’s wedding, Mister Ed and watching school plays our #niecestopieces starred in, indeed. Except how did it fast forward to them having babies of their own?

With ease we remember Thanksgivings, Chanukah Parties and and break/fasts.

No, it’s more a case that the long agos and far aways are accumulating into decades.

So Peter Falk when you’re trying to figure out who stole the cookie from the cookie jar- please give us some answers about all the years gone by.

As we debrief our time thru picture albums and how we looked in madras shirts and tennis sweaters we easily remember the the glory days, the stress of SAT’s and our first boyfriend. 

But Columbo how did we get to so many yrs.old? Especially noted during b-day time. No memory loss there. 

“Yes G-d father-time I’ve come to ask a favor on the day of your daughter’s wedding.”

Can you please slow down. Our friends are having milestone b-days, we are going to bar mitzvahs of friend’s grandchildren and we can senior discount our bus rides. 

We would take back our own good and not so good luck. Wouldn’t change much about fate and how it has unfurled. But, for heaven’s sake the only thing we really want to be binge watch are the shows we taped. So Columbo, “one more thing,” exactly what were you wearing under the famed raincoat? 

Make it a euphoric recall kinda day.

You bring us up with predictability. Always there to add to a good time. You have helped to make the simplest events happenings. In big celebrations you know how to join a room and get everyone up there doing the hokey pokey. When we’ve needed you most you came through. It was clearly love at first sight. You are our go to as you ask nothing in return. You listen without judgement and give us the benefit of the doubt. When we are together you are boss. Our biggest responsibility when we meet up is not to fall or make fools of ourselves. Anytime we’ve dared to abuse you, we woke up with extreme regrets and vowed to never do it again. Whatever we adorn you with is just fine. A lemon, an olive, you’re cool, you know who you are. At times when we have been fickle, you waited and knew your appeal would win out. Thank you for adding a dimension to our lives, so trustworthy and reliable. And-you know what, you were right in the bigger picture way. The line between what is meant to be and what was not is really very obvious. When Plan A doesn’t work out, become the rock star of Plan B and keep your eye on the prize. Make it a good Monday and tonight at dinner make ours straight up and chilled. No rocks. Thanks Vodka!

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

Alright 5786 show us what’s on “tap.”
Right-left-right cha cha cha.
5785 is just 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.
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