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One-Liner Wednesday: Old Friends

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Tomorrow, my three girlfriends from high school are coming to town to continue the reunion tradition we started in 2010. I don’t plan to be stupid. I’m not a spontaneous person by nature. But when I get together with my high school girlfriends, sometimes  spontaneously stupid things come out of my mouth and they love me anyway, though if I’m stupid enough, they’ll call me on it. We don’t talk a lot in between reunions, but we don’t have to. We know we will be there for each other if needed. We know we have something special and lasting in each other’s hearts.

I might not post again until next week, but know that you, my blogging friends, are dear to me, too. You’ll be in my heart.

One-liner Wednesday is brought to you by Linda G. Hill. For more one-liners, visit:

https://lindaghill.com/2018/04/25/one-liner-wednesday-difficult-concepts/

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1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

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Guess What I Found in my Attic!

Last week, I worked on cleaning out my attic. It was a dirty, sneezy job. I hauled paper and cardboard to the recycle bin, trashed the un-recyclables, and salvaged the action figures for my grandsons.

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But the coolest thing I found in the attic was my poetry notebook from high school.

Notebook from 1972

 

One poem written in 1972 is “prophetic” as my husband called it. David’s family moved away at the end of tenth grade. I must have written this right after he left, hoping against the odds that I would see him again and believing our love would stay alive.

Notebook page from 1972

 

I was so full of hope at 16. Angsty hope. But David didn’t answer my last letter that summer of ’72, and life went on. Over the years, my first love became a distant memory.

If I’d found this notebook in my 30s, I would have shaken my head and thought, “How sappy.” But now, it reinforces that this love story was meant to be. Our love never died. It just went dormant and waited quietly for 39 years.

You can read about those 39 years and the lessons we learned along the way in

Trust the Timing, A Memoir of Finding Love Again.

Did I really know our love would stay alive? Or did I help manifest our re-connection? Was it all part of God’s plan? Did the angels see a window of opportunity and nudge us in the right direction?

I vote for all of the above.

Oh, how I wish today’s teenagers only had learning and love to deal with.

 

Hang on to your hopes.

 

Good things coming

 


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A High School Teacher Faces The Day After

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This isn’t exactly a NEWS story but it’s a story full of goodness and hope. I found it as public Facebook post belonging to a high school teacher who I do not know personally.  I hope she doesn’t mind me sharing it here. (It had over 13, 000 fb shares.) Her story made me cry in the best way.

“Today was really hard for me. Today was the first time I had to teach the day after a mass school shooting. I dreaded facing my students this morning, and as the first students walked in, I began to feel the anxiety pooling in my stomach. I was dreading one, specific question. Soon after class began, a freshman asked me the question I had been dreading since I had heard about the tragedy in Florida.

“Mrs. Schimmoeller,” she asked. “What will we do if a shooter comes in your room?”

My stomach sank. I launched into my pre-planned speech about our plan of action. Then, I knew I had to say the harder part: “I want you to know that I care deeply about each and every one of you and that I will do everything I can to protect you. But – being in a wheelchair, I will not be able to protect you the way an able-bodied teacher will. And if there is a chance for you to escape, I want you to go. Do not worry about me. Your safety is my number one priority.”

Slowly, quietly, as the words I had said sunk in, another student raised their hand. She said, “Mrs. Schimmoeller, we already talked about it. If anything happens, we are going to carry you.”

I lost it. With tears in my eyes as I type this, I want my friends and family to know that I understand that it is hard to find the good in the world, especially after a tragedy like the one that we have watched unfold, but there is good. True goodness. It was found in the hearts of my students today.”

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Traveling

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An air bus flew me to Mississippi where I’m visiting with three girlfriends from high school. It wasn’t an Airbus, which seems to be a brand name, but a jet that felt like a bus because it felt cramped and confined like a bus in the sky.

Catching up and reminiscing with my old friends, not that we’re really old, because old gets older every year,  being with friends I’ve known since high school, felt natural. On our first day here, we painted pottery. I LOVED forgetting about almost everything else and painting a design, a tree with hearts for leaves, on the dish I picked out.

On our second day, we saw Indian Burial Mounds on the Natchez Trace, then went to see the little, white house where Elvis Presley was born in Tupelo. We had a lovely dinner at the home of my friend and talked about how much we valued our friendship. How we knew each other back when and ever since.

Travel is not something I do often, but September is the exception with my trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains earlier this month, and now this reunion in Mississippi.

I used to think it would be cool to travel across country in a bus, a hippie bus,

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or a VW bus.

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My high school sweetheart, who moved to Connecticut after we had dated for less than a year, thought about driving his VW bus back down south to visit me. But his family convinced him that the “Iron-Sided Shackwagon,” as his grandfather called it, wouldn’t make it that far. So he waited.

He waited for about 39 years, then drove 700 miles to see me again. The timing was perfect. He didn’t drive down in a VW bus. But maybe someday, we’ll get a van or an RV and travel across the country.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt was the word, “bus,” thanks to Linda Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-2416/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 


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Enduring Friendship

Girlfriends.

Months go by, even years

With little or no contact

Yet, we pick up the threads

Of our enduring tapestry

And weave magic.

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Mermaids for Sally, a sunflower for Terry, and the Angel Dog for Caroline. Paintings by JoAnne Silvia

I’m in Mississippi this week for a reunion with three girlfriends from high school. It’s magic how we re-connect with ease after so long. It’s like we were never apart.

Even if I don’t connect as much this week with my blogging friends, you are dear to me, too.


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Getting Ready

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I was going to write: I am so ready for retirement. But I’m not entirely ready for that leap of faith. And I’m not really going to retire.

I’m getting ready to spend more time being a writer and an artist, and helping my husband with his work at the mission and farming. So many things I want to do. And I’d still like to work at my current job part time, if possible.

Hey, Anything is possible!

I like getting ready. I like the anticipation. Like when my high school girlfriends and I were getting ready for our reunion a few years ago.

And when I got ready for my soulmate to find me.

I didn’t know it was going to be my high school sweetheart. I did know I needed to make room for my partner, by forgiving my X,  and imagining the best possible partner for me, instead of being cynical. So I stopped trying to be cynical and pretending I didn’t want a partner. I watched hopeful, romantic movies like Under the Tuscan Sun.

“Unthinkably good things can happen, even late in the game.”  I love that line!

I imagined a partner who loves dogs working in the garage with all his guy stuff. That’s how I  got ready.

Now I’m getting ready to spend more time writing and doing art by doing more writing and art. Yes, I whine about there not being enough time, but I do it. I  think and act in the direction I want to move in. Even if I don”t get as much sleep as I’d like.

I’m not quite ready financially to make that leap of faith, but I know that getting ready helps make things happen.

I married my high school sweetheart didn’t I?

What are you getting ready for?

Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday post prompt for today was “ready.”

If you’d like to join in the fun, visit:

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS August 1/15

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Maybe I wasn’t a Pushover After All

Letting your teenager’s friend move in isn’t always the right decision. But sometimes it turns out to be a good thing.

Loving Me, Too

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When my son was a teenager, I let one of his friends move into the tiny room that was once a side porch. It was after my first husband left, and there was a big empty space in my broken heart. Maybe I felt like adding another family member would help. The more, the merrier.

She was a senior in high school and not getting along with her mother. I don’t remember all the details, but I understood the challenges of raising a teenager, and that sometimes it’s easier to live with someone who is not family. Her mother wrote me a nice note, thanking me for taking her daughter in.

Over the years,  I’ve been critical of myself during that time. I thought I was being a pushover, letting my son’s friend move in. But she really was just a friend, and she wasn’t any trouble at all. When…

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