St.Valentine’s Day

Well, as the song lyric goes, and my favorite version is by Frank Sinatra, “Each day is Valentine’s Day.”

Tomorrow is the 14th of February. Just another day for a whole lot of folks. My buddy,Duch, has her birthday tomorrow! My money is on the chance that most of the people will be celebrating the day set aside for love. From little fingers with construction paper, small cards, red roses, jewelry, or even engagement rings, gifts and cards will be exchanged. I know my Dad proposed to my Mom on the day back in 1941. My sister-in-law’s parents married on 2/14.

My BFF Juls is going through some angst this St.Valentine’s day, praying and worrying about medical stuff. Not everyone is looking for chocolate tomorrow. When you are lucky enough to have a significant other,  the love you have translates into sharing cares and worries together. Love covers a lot of area.


So from me and my girls and Jim, I want to hope all your days, not just tomorrow, are filled with love. Don’t restrict it to a single day a year.

Make each day your Valentine’s Day.

Circles

Joan Rivers passed away today.

So did my 96-year-old former neighbor who I used to bring Communion to on sick calls.

I reconnected with my 84-year-old former neighbor who has bounced back from lyme disease and Bells’ palsy.

My neighbors at Undisclosed are new grandparents of a little boy.

Isn’t life funny?
All the classic circle songs, from Joni Mitchell and Frank Sinatra, just to name a few, are true.

I enjoyed Joan River’s comedy and came to love my sweet 96-year-old neighbor and always loved my 84-year-old buddy.I have come to have love for my new neighbors and are happy at their new arrival.Arrivals and Departures…it reminds my of my favorite Albert Brooks movie,”Defending your life.”It takes you to the alleged fictional way station you go to when you die, and it is determined where you’ll spend your afterlife.

That’s not for me right now: I’m in no hurry to go anywhere, thanks!

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Old Friends

While I was home today, I got a text from my buddy Margo,as I call her.

We are both in our fifties: we go back to our mid to late teens together.Typing that seems kind of odd, but it is true. We have known each other that long.It is incredible how we talked to each other, hung with each other, listened to Frank Sinatra together, got into trouble together (as IF) and went through some years together.For a period of many years, we pretty much fell out of contact;we both got married and moved into different areas.Facebook brought us back together and that was funny.Like all good friends, it’s as if we picked up where we left off.

I am blessed to know Margo.

She’s good people!