Monday, December 1, 2014

Manservant for a day

My birthday was Saturday and my husband stated he didn't get a card and couldn't decide on a gift.

I was okay with that, getting older I don't actually want to be reminded my youth is flying by and I can't recapture my slim waist or pliable skin. So, he became my manservant for the day.

This isn't like your ordinary list-of-things-to-do day of activity. Whatever I asked to have done, I didn't get the moan and groan. I loved it!

We went to an antique mall, purchased items to decorate for Christmas. After he hauled seven boxes of Christmas totes from the attic we went to work on decking the halls.

The day flew by. That evening we went to a posh restaurant, the perfect end to a what I anticipated would be a blah day.

I want  a manservant every year...maybe a new tradition?

Happy holidays!

Thursday, October 2, 2014

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“I’m practicing. Training to protect myself.”
She tilted her head from left to right, getting the cramping kinks out of her neck. “I think I may have been in the military. Or FBI. CIA. Some job where I, ah…”
“What?” He took hold of her arm, which limply held the stick at her side.
“Assassinated people,” she whispered, not truly wanting the thought to be real.
He dropped his hand. At his evaluation, the previous happy tingles in her blood stream chilled her. He’d think less of her, and imagining falling from her pedestal made her want to cry.
Their gazes held. He grinned. Her heart rate increased as he walked around her. “I don’t believe you’re an assassin and certainly not a murderer. You couldn’t be someone who gets paid to kill prominent people.”
She kept her gaze on him, hoping to see his expression. He stopped in front of the scarecrow and picked a few loose hanging bits. He’d come full circle and stood nose to nose with her. “When you described the man attacking you, you didn’t say you killed him, and under the circumstances you should have. Also, you know as much about politics as you do shopping.”
Relief flooded her, bringing tears to cloud her vision. The short sharp breaths and pounding from her chest slowed. She slouched. “Whew, that makes me feel better, except I believe—I know—I’ve worked with dead people.”
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Cowboy Memories

I dreamed I was standing at the edge of a cliff with a man. I was confused about which direction to go.  The man’s face, turned away, gave me a shadowed glimpse. Only his cowboy boots were clearly visible, but I knew my father stood beside me because of the comfortable silence and the strength, trust we share. A link that has always been present and has never needed vocalization….”it is what it is”.

The next day the dream nagged me. Since his brain surgery, a result of a head injury from hitting a beam in the barn, his memory had deteriorated. He went from total freedom to being able to drive a mere five miles from home and making notes on a pad of paper. His world has drastically changed. My worry for him is constant.

I called (Facetime), just to check in and relieve the pestering worry from my disturbing dream. I offered my services to help manage, feed the animals or whatever needed to be done.  The commute is long, but nothing could keep me away--if my dad needed me.

I asked what he was doing, all the while anticipating the answer.

“Watching a western,” he said.

It has been a year since his surgery and during his down time he watches westerns. My mother complains about the gunplay, the smack, smash, ongoing battle noises. “It’s constant,” she said.

I had to know, to find out why he had a fascination with westerns. As a child/teen/young adult I never once observed him engrossed in a western (cowboy) movie. Was this an aberration of his brain injury?

“Dad, you like westerns don’t you?”

“Yes.”  In the background I glimpsed a deep voiced man telling a dirty cowpoke to drop his gun.

“Why do you watch westerns all the time?”

“Because they remind me of the past, my past. They make me happy.”

Tears clogged my throat.

I discovered during his youth he watched the great western movies (sorry I can’t recall the titles). My mom showed me a black and white photo of him as a child dressed in western gear. His white blonde hair stuck out from underneath the hat. A kerchief had been tied around his neck and a tiny pair of cowboy boots completed the outfit.

He sought a happier time, a time when watching westerns was a simple method of being happy, of remembering.

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