Give me a break… Say it ain’t true……You’re gone but I’m… Not over you…
You hit me hard… And played for fun… You made the rules… Then said you won…
I’m like a bird… With my wings clipped… Takeoff was great…My landing slipped…
I’ll never know… What makes you cheat… All pretty girls…Your special treat…
You’ll go your way… And I’ll go mine…You’ll start again… With your same line…
But grow up, Dude…One day you’ll say…You won each game…But lost your way…
Momma says that life is no box of chocolates…with surprise fillings…some pleasing…some not so much….No, Momma says life is more like a Spool of Thread that starts unwinding, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly, with your first breath, to you’re your last breath…least that’s how she sees it and she has seen a lot apparently…well, according to her…..
Now Momma’s not going to say the minute she clapped her eyes on RIP Daddy that she knew that he was her death-till-do-us-part-partner. As you know, she’s one of those analytical, logical, step-by-step Virgo ….not prone to head-over-heels reactions…still, RIP Daddy’s impression lingered long enough and deep enough for her to take a second look, go with the flow, give him a chance.
How they met was purely Lady Luck since Momma was out with her family at a very staid-older-crowd bar. It was more a Whiskey-Drinking-Musac-Listening rather than a Shake-Your-Booty-Crowd but somehow, RIP Daddy noticed Momma and came over.
Every one knows the actual first date is the deal maker or breaker…and it conveniently was 1973 so they went to see the movie, ‘Jesus Christ, Superstar’. Momma’s family said ‘Cool’….RIP Daddy’s family, being Evangelistic-No-Movies-No-Dancing-Christian-Reform-Born-Again-Bible-Thumpers said, ‘Oh, my’ …. which was a forerunner of things to expect, throughout their 38-year-old marriage……till death did he finally part.
Sometimes that Spool of Thread of life unwound in a mannerly fashion, providing Health, Wealth and Happiness….at other times, the thread unwound at a pace that traveled like a Shanghai Maglev Train, ready to jump the track……which it did on occasion…leaving mayhem in its’ path.
RIP Daddy and Momma closed their eyes, held on tightly, took the twists and turns like professional race car drivers that won the race of life at the birth of their only child, Wonder Boy. They know when the awards are handed out, the prizes collected, there will be no mention of their contribution, not even their ….ability to hang on… till they are once again united again.
If it is in your ♥, think of them, as your own Spool of Thread unwinds and Remember, Remember:
Many years have now passed by….And Momma misses you, she can’t lie…She’s got ties and so do you…She knows not else what to do…
So let’s just kiss.. And no goodbyes.(Paraphrase The Manhattans)
You lead me on…I go for broke…My captive soul…Like a sponge to soak.
A rose of summer…What beauty it brings…The sweet scent lingers…But the thorns sting.
To have no other…Thoughts but of you…I’ll take the chance…Tomorrow we’re through….
If you could ever….Understand the pain…Your rejection brings…But it’s all in vain.
You’re here today…Dreams are for free….I live on hope…That your future’s me.
Now I am not so bright-eyed and bushy-tailed come morning…and it is not because I have a drinking problem or an addiction to sleeping pills or mood stabilizers or whatever those Two Footed take to make them function …. offset by caffeine laden black as tar coffee to jump-start them every morning.
But Momma, bless her God–Fearing–Child–Rearing Soul, does none of those things…..she does not even drink coffee so I can’t get away with anything ….Well, almost anything….…. like taking a nip out of Diva Calico Gen when she jumps off the kitchen table or putting Bad Boy Andy in his place if he is sucking up all the oxygen in the air by caterwauling and complaining about how long it is taking him to get fed.
But just like in the Good Book, (Isaiah to be specific), Momma saw with own two cataract cleared eyes that ‘the wolf and the lamb will live together; the leopard will lie down with the baby goat; the calf and the yearling will be safe with the lion’ because arch enemies made Peace On Earth.
Every morning…same routine. Diva Calico Gen and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte (Charlie) follow Momma to the kitchen. They want to be fed NOW. Yeah, yeah, yeah, there is still food at their station BUT they want fresh, soft, just out of the fridge vittles.
Then the Bad Boy Andy rouses himself, complaining all the way to the kitchen, that another day has dawned. He meanders close to Charlie and gives her that Bad Boy stare and the hissing begins, followed by Charlie’s paw striking within a millimetre of Andy’s nose….which precipitates Andy’s paw to strike back….same old…same old.
Not this morning….the approach…the same… but instead of hissing and paw swiping, Bad Boy Andy and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte exchanged sniff kisses… As Momma says…you live long enough, you’ll see everything.……then moved away from each other to their own feeding stations, to chow down in peace.
I know the reason why because I am a Four Footed Dog Shrink….you see Bad Boy Andy was in a stellar mood because he slept on Wonder Boy’s chest all…night…long…. For the past few years Charlie has slept every night with Momma….which meant….Andy was shunned like the English by the Amish…while Gen….well, has privileges (kinda like an American Express Membership Card Holder)….. anywhere she throws her hat is her home.
Now, I am hoping, as of today, it is all about New Beginnings, Give Peace A Chance and Happily Ever After…..but you know Bad Boy Andy and Hush Hush Sweet Charlotte…can we even make two days in a row…ya think?
No worries… I am keeping a log…like a Scientific Experiment, conducted under Controlled Conditions, I will record over a set Time Frame, approved by the Board (that would be only Diva Calico Gen and myself, since Andy and Charlie have skin in the game) and duly Tabled and Reported.
So place your bets and cross your fingers…will ‘the cat and the yearling be safe with the lion’….I know what I would lay my life on…NOT.
