I have my 'image' to consider...NOT.
While reading the paper, looking at magazines, and watching TV, I've come to the conclusion that a lot of people worry about maintaining their 'image'. I think 'worry' is about the last thing I do...so I don't. My image was shot to hell long before I came to that conclusion.
Under the circumstances, some may imagine that I should be a grieving widower who is mourning the loss of my wife. I retired so that I could mope around the house do little 'house chores' and some 'cutesy' writing in between...and one day maybe I'll write a 'book'. Sheeeesh. That ain't me...and that ain't Sylvia aka Sleeping Beauty either.
I'm only 72, and 'we' BOTH had dreams. Like I wrote to her in a poem when we got married, "With both of us dreamers, OUR dreams will come true." I intend to celebrate what we built...together. And they will come true if I don't give up on them. Image? I don't have one...yet. And when I do if someone wants to make a statue to the 'Go-for-it' guy...they can go for it! I'm too flexible yet.
Syl was an avid (I like the word 'cause it rings 'classy') doll and teddy bear collector. Our 'castle' looked like a combo 'Country charm/Santa's toy shop style home. We liked the 'look' and I'm comfortable with it. ONE of her dreams was to have a doll room because she had so many. She still has dolls in boxes in the closet because there is no room to display them.
My dream (in part) was to have them all arranged so they could be enjoyed just by being there. I learned a lot about them...from her. So, God only knows how I'm going to do it (which has always been my point EXACTLY), I'm planning on buying a house to showcase it in. Sylvia's Doll Room in the making! I'm used to working with 'displays' so I have and edge there.
I had fun last night in the basement locker, looking for a doll stand to display a 'crazy looking lady' doll wearing a I Love Dolls tee shirt. I have fun doing simple E ordinary things. Why? Because it's FUN. I'm not mourning my 'loss', I'm celebrating the life a my wonderful honey called Sylvia that made me appreciate all that I have and she's still with me saying, "Go for it, babe. I believe in you then...and I still do."
If that gives me a "weird" image, I don't care. I'm having fun! Syl and I always did. If anyone tries to figure me out I'll help them with a checklist.
1. Maudlin (tearfully sentimental)
2. Eccentric
3. Senile
4. Nuts (I prefer cashews)
5. Krazy
6. Who cares? (I don't)
So, in conclusion (because I've got a life to live and I can sit so long because my butt gets sore.) I'm off to celebrate TODAY, because tomorrow when it gets here will also be called 'today'...and I want to make this one a diamond. Syl liked those too.
She had my wedding band set with them when she decided I was a 'keeper'. (That's a joke....sheeesh). I'm still wearing the ring...along with the words of the poem that I wrote.
Under the circumstances, some may imagine that I should be a grieving widower who is mourning the loss of my wife. I retired so that I could mope around the house do little 'house chores' and some 'cutesy' writing in between...and one day maybe I'll write a 'book'. Sheeeesh. That ain't me...and that ain't Sylvia aka Sleeping Beauty either.
I'm only 72, and 'we' BOTH had dreams. Like I wrote to her in a poem when we got married, "With both of us dreamers, OUR dreams will come true." I intend to celebrate what we built...together. And they will come true if I don't give up on them. Image? I don't have one...yet. And when I do if someone wants to make a statue to the 'Go-for-it' guy...they can go for it! I'm too flexible yet.
Syl was an avid (I like the word 'cause it rings 'classy') doll and teddy bear collector. Our 'castle' looked like a combo 'Country charm/Santa's toy shop style home. We liked the 'look' and I'm comfortable with it. ONE of her dreams was to have a doll room because she had so many. She still has dolls in boxes in the closet because there is no room to display them.
My dream (in part) was to have them all arranged so they could be enjoyed just by being there. I learned a lot about them...from her. So, God only knows how I'm going to do it (which has always been my point EXACTLY), I'm planning on buying a house to showcase it in. Sylvia's Doll Room in the making! I'm used to working with 'displays' so I have and edge there.
I had fun last night in the basement locker, looking for a doll stand to display a 'crazy looking lady' doll wearing a I Love Dolls tee shirt. I have fun doing simple E ordinary things. Why? Because it's FUN. I'm not mourning my 'loss', I'm celebrating the life a my wonderful honey called Sylvia that made me appreciate all that I have and she's still with me saying, "Go for it, babe. I believe in you then...and I still do."
If that gives me a "weird" image, I don't care. I'm having fun! Syl and I always did. If anyone tries to figure me out I'll help them with a checklist.
1. Maudlin (tearfully sentimental)
2. Eccentric
3. Senile
4. Nuts (I prefer cashews)
5. Krazy
6. Who cares? (I don't)
So, in conclusion (because I've got a life to live and I can sit so long because my butt gets sore.) I'm off to celebrate TODAY, because tomorrow when it gets here will also be called 'today'...and I want to make this one a diamond. Syl liked those too.
She had my wedding band set with them when she decided I was a 'keeper'. (That's a joke....sheeesh). I'm still wearing the ring...along with the words of the poem that I wrote.
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