The Right Moves

Tom and I attended a Holiday Dance Recital on Saturday afternoon. We thought we were going to watch our youngest granddaughter dance, but Jess explained the recital had a different focus than usual.

It was going to be a fun afternoon with the spotlight shining on some of the smallest dancers, tiny little kids brand new to dancing. They were a joy to watch. No two were in sync with each other. In the spotlight, some froze, shyly looking out at the audience. Some swayed from side to side, trying to move their feet in time with the music. One little girl spent the entire recital in danger of losing the tutu around her waist. She was adorable.

Another little girl with hair askew dancing with every fiber of her being showed no concern she wasn’t in time with the music. Simply didn’t care she was on the wrong foot most of the time. As her group finished their dance, she ran back on stage. Obviously, she was having a blast and wanted more. An older dancer came and led her off stage, but she didn’t leave without a giant smile and one more enthusiastic wave to the audience. Her exuberance brought smiles, laughs, and a big round of applause.

The audience enjoyed the lively, toe-tapping Christmas music. They snapped lots of pictures to preserve their kids’ performances on film, clapped along with the music, and applauded enthusiastically for the sweet, precious, little kids performing for the first time on center stage.

The music was loud and featured fun selections like I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas; Do You Want to Build a Snowman, All I Want for Christmas is my Two Front Teeth, Jingle Bell Rock, and Let it Go.

Sandwiched in between the younger kids’ dance numbers, the older girls performed a few lyrical and ballet numbers, but mostly their role was to assist the younger dancers. The day belonged to the little ones.

We are used to attending competitions; where there is a more serious attitude in the air. As the snow fell outside on Saturday, the air inside the auditorium was filled with a bright holiday spirit. This dance recital was more about fun than being flawless. It was a delightful way to spend a cold, snowy December afternoon finding that the spirit of Christmas was alive and thriving.

We’ve been watching our granddaughter dance since she was three. She’s pretty good, works hard at her craft. She simply loves to dance and it shows in her every move.

I love it when she and her friends dance together, exhibiting such graceful, elegant movements that create beautiful, stunning performances. A close-knit group of hard-working young ladies that love to dance together, like to act silly, goof around before and after performances, take a million selfies. But hitting the stage as a duet, trio, or in various groups they become serious, their bodies performing in perfect harmony.  Arms, legs, feet all move in sync with one another.

They didn’t start out in sync. It took years to perfect their craft. Each of them has put hours of work into their dance moves, splits, cartwheels, backflips and unbelievable jumps. Practicing and rehearsing until the moves and the jumps became like second nature.

Funny, it’s the same in life; we spend years trying to land on the right foot. To dance in time with the music and learn all the right moves. We learn to take the good with the bad. We fall down and learn the importance of getting back up.

There are so many lessons to learn along the way. We face each test without answers being provided at the end of the book. We just begin to figure it all out, when our hair turns white and our bones start to creak when we walk.

We’ve perfected our routines, grown accustomed to doing the right moves. Just in time to realize we are once again out of step. A new generation is hard at work, practicing and rehearsing their moves until they become like second nature.

As they take center stage, I wish them good luck on their journey. I leave the stage with gratitude in my heart, a smile on my face, and one last enthusiastic wave to the audience. It was a great show. I had a good time.

My high kicks and jumps are safely stored in my memories. I have found a new stage where I don’t have to perform much anymore.

Life doesn’t slow down for any of us. Getting old is a commonplace experience, it happens to all of us. We learn to play the hand we have been dealt.

I find this stage to be a place of contentment that only requires an appreciation for life, an acceptance of the ailments this age brings and learning to be comfortable just being me.

Ending on a Positive Note: Life is a cycle. There is always someone entering and exiting the stage. Our job is to work hard and accept our proper place in the cycle. Try to be happy and live the best we can.

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A Perfect Christmas

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Last Sunday, got out my Christmas bins so I could start decorating our little apartment, knowing it would take me some time to accomplish the transformation. I’m so slow these days. Even the simplest of tasks zaps my get-up-and-go and my rest times are much longer than my energy spurts. A project that used to take a morning or an afternoon now seems to take forever.

This year, I decided to let go and buy a smaller tree. Smaller might be an understatement, it stands only 2-feet high. After spending about fifteen minutes fluffing the branches, I yelled to Tom to help me carry the tree into the living room. He laughed when he saw the size of the tree, said he wasn’t sure he was strong enough. When you’re old, you’ve got to find humor wherever you can.

After sorting through all of my ornaments, I found just enough small ones to fill the tiny tree. I was delighted to discover most of them had been a gift that brought back a lovely memory of the person who had given it to me. Memories of former Cincinnati Zoo volunteers, family, neighbors, and friends who are no longer with us crowded my mind making me smile, laugh, and tear up a bit. Seeing those cherished little ornaments on my tiny tree is a composite of my life. What a blessing!

We sit every night and admire our tiny tree. We love it and it just fits this season of our life perfectly.

On Wednesday, I agreed to MC the Norwood City Schools Alumni Association (NCSAA) Christmas Luncheon as a favor for a good friend.  I don’t MC much of anything anymore because my voice, and my eyes, don’t like to cooperate, and I can’t stand very long. So I sat on a stool the whole time, didn’t do a great job, but no one seemed to care. God bless old friends.

My brief message was about having a perfect Christmas? Several people suggested I put the message on my blog, so here goes.

It’s getting close to Christmas and who doesn’t love Christmas – the holiday itself centers on the most wondrous story ever told. The story of Jesus’ birth has inspired stories of classic holiday miracles such as O. Henry’s Gift of the Magi and Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.

Traditional movies help us get into the Christmas spirit. Movies such as Rudolph, Frosty; It’s a Wonderful Life, Elf, White Christmas and my favorite, the black & white version of Miracle on 34th Street.

Is a perfect Christmas the Better Homes & Gardens version? Does It look like the movie and magazine images of a 10-foot, beautifully adorned tree, garland down the banister, hundreds of twinkling lights transforming your home into a winter wonderland and the whole family dressed in their Christmas coordinating outfits singing carols around the piano?

For years I tried to create a beautiful image but found it usually looked more like a confused combination of shopping, buying, baking, partying, making lists, fussing at traffic, spending money, fighting crowds, and tolerating people who stole my parking spot at the mall.

Going to tell you a story of a lesson I learned about a perfect Christmas.

My mother was unable to shop for Christmas for many years because of illness, so I always did her shopping, wrapped her gifts and decorated her Christmas tree. In fact, I had been wrapping her gifts since I was about eight. As a little girl, I would sit at the dining room table wrapping gifts while my mother cleaned the kitchen after dinner. As she worked and I wrapped, she told me silly stories, we sang songs and laughed a lot. I felt so GROWN UP that she trusted me to wrap all of the Christmas gifts for the family.

Years passed, I grew up, got married, had two little girls of my own and I still loved to wrap her gifts. When she became ill, our tradition continued with daddy turning her brown rocking chair in the living room around so she could watch me wrap the gifts at the dining room table. We still laughed; she still told me silly stories.

In the early seventies, when my daughters’ were young, they would go with me to trim her tree. One Saturday, Daddy had brought the boxes filled with ornaments and decorations up from the basement of their little house on Ralston Avenue. Sherry and Stacy wanted to play for a little while before decorating the tree, so I ran out to get the last few items on Mommy’s shopping list.

When I returned and pulled up in front of the house, the living room window was full of twinkling lights. As I opened the door, the girls were jumping all over the place, so excited they couldn’t stand still. “Mommy, mommy, we decorated grandma’s tree. ALL BY OURSELVES! Isn’t it beautiful? Grandma thinks it’s the prettiest tree she’s ever had.” Sure enough, there was the tree all decorated.

Sherry had decorated one side and Stacy the other. Sherry, who was 6 years old and tall for her age, had evenly distributed her ornaments from top to bottom. Three-year-old Stacy’s ornaments were in little clumps that stopped about ¾ of the way up the tree because that was as far as her little arms could reach.

My mother refused to let anyone (including me) change anything, telling my girls she was sure it was the most beautiful tree in Norwood, maybe even in the whole world. Was it is the most beautiful tree ever? Well, probably not, but it was a tree that represented love. The love of a grandmother who knew the importance of allowing two little girls to do something that made them feel very special. I never forgot that day.    

What I learned was Christmas isn’t about perfection. It’s about love, joy, the happiness of being with family. It’s about singing Christmas carols, laughing, hugging, and giving to those we love. It’s about going to church to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. It’s about telling the same stories every Christmas, eating too many cookies, and every family celebrating with their own unique traditions.

This year, my hope is during all of the hustle and bustle we all can find time to slow down, hit the pause button, reflect, and just enjoy the most wonderful time of every year – CHRISTMAS!  

The alumni group then participated in a Christmas singalong led by my friend and former classmate, Judy White. She had been the director of the Norwood High School Silhouettes, the show choir that both my daughters loved being a part of, and the director of the Norwood Community Chorus group. Hearing her beautiful voice leading the group in beloved Christmas carols was a joy. Everyone left filled with a good dose of holiday spirit.

It was a lovely luncheon spent with old friends and former classmates. It was wonderful to see all of them and have time to catch up. What a terrific way to kick-off the Christmas season.

After finishing up my decorations today, I went down to get the mail. As I started back to my apartment, I stopped to chat with a new neighbor that had just moved in last week. “December is such a tough time to move. Are you getting settled in?

Her reply, “I’m okay except for Christmas. I just don’t know what I’m going to do. Knew my 7-foot tree wouldn’t fit. My son left my ornaments and decorations at the front of the storage unit for easy access. But, I still have to get a tree and time is running out.”

After telling her I had downsized to a tiny 2-foot tree, I asked, “Hey, I’ve got a 5-foot skinny tree that could use a good home. Would you like to have it?” Her face lit up with a big smile. It’s all settled, her daughters are coming to get it tomorrow night.

As I continue to redefine my Christmas traditions, it is becoming easier to let go of the myths and expectations. Today, I am considering what others, especially my children and grandchildren, will remember or learn from me about creating a perfect Christmas.

Ending on a Positive Note: Christmas asks us to remember the hope embodied in the birth of Jesus. To remember the joy His coming brings. To find a fresh sense of wonder, a new awareness of the love that comes every year at Christmas time!

 

 

 

 

 

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A Simple Thanksgiving

I am enjoying this stage of my life, trying to age gracefully by not complaining and being grateful for everything in my life.

I do have one regret, though. I miss not being able to cook for my family at Thanksgiving; basting the turkey, mashing the potatoes, and fixing all of their favorite dishes. But, what I really miss is baking pies, have made them for more years than I can count.

Yesterday, I had a chance to do it again, in a new way. My granddaughters came and made the family favorite, butterscotch cream pies, and a strawberry cake for good measure.  It was such joy watching them roll out pie crust and make the pie filling. It means the tradition will continue. Beautiful memories of making pies with my mother came to mind.  She had started early teaching me the fine art of baking pies.

I was about five or six when she let me kneel in a kitchen chair to roll out my first pie crust. Loved being in the kitchen with her, made me feel learning to make pies was important. Who knows, maybe it is an art. One that should be passed on to a new generation.

Learning to cook and bake with my mother are some of my favorite memories. She was a country cook, never measured anything. It was always a pinch of this, a tad of that. She would say about pies, “People don’t care if they look perfect, just want ‘em to taste good.”

It was a wonderful afternoon. I shared a few stories of my mistakes while learning to make pies, threw out a few hints of how to hide the mistakes, and tried to explain knowing by the smell that the pie crust was done. The hardest thing I did all day was put together a recipe for Jenna and Jess to follow.

Our apartment was filled with the unforgettable aroma of yesterdays. Memories of getting up at the crack of dawn, working non-stop to get the meal on the table, watching everyone eat too much, finally finishing the dishes, sitting down for the first time all day and feeling every bone in my body ache. Usually just in time to get somebody another piece of pie. I loved those days.

Several years ago, my daughter took over my job. I just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Today, my son-in-law and his brother deep-fried the turkey. The entire meal was absolutely delicious. My daughter had everything so organized, one would think she had been doing it for twenty years.

Dessert was pumpkin pie, my granddaughters’ pies, and strawberry cake. Their pies passed the picture test and the taste test with an A+.

Of course, there was lots of football. A few people nodded off for short naps, including the dogs. After the kitchen was clean and leftovers were packed into the fridge, Stacy sat down to look through all of the Black Friday ads. Even though my Christmas shopping was completed, I sat with her at the kitchen table and we caught up on a little mother-daughter talk.

Today is a milestone Thanksgiving. I have been replaced. The baton has been passed. Accepting change can be hard, but today I’m okay with letting go. I’m proud of my daughter and granddaughters for a job well done.

My only regret today was not being able to help Stacy clean up the kitchen. Oh, and sorry I forgot to snap a photo of the girls hard at work yesterday. But, I did find the above photo of a pie crust from some years ago.

It was a wonderful, laid-back Thanksgiving with family. Now all I have to do is thank the Lord for His goodness and many blessings. Happy Thanksgiving to all.

Ending on a Positive Note: I hope wherever you are today, whoever you’re with, you had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day.

 

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Thanksgiving Kindness

Anyone dislike Daylight Savings Time, besides me?

Looking at the rain coming down in buckets, watching the wind strip the leaves from the tree right outside my office window, it seems to go from daylight to darkness in a nanosecond.  Looks like bedtime and we hadn’t even eaten dinner yet.

Happy I didn’t have to get out tonight. As W. C. Fields once said, “It ain’t a fit night out for man or beast.”

The weather has been like this all day. Today was supposed to be an errand day, but it didn’t take much to persuade me to stay inside where it was warm and dry.

I am grateful for my walker which allows me to get out and about, do things I can’t do without it. But rainy days are difficult, especially when the wind is blowing like it was today. I’ve found maneuvering one’s walker while holding an umbrella is nearly impossible. Storing the walker in the back seat of the car and trying to get into the front seat always ends up with me looking like a drowned rat.

Didn’t really need an excuse to stay in, but I had a good one anyway. Groceries ordered from Kroger Click List were coming between 1:00 and 2:00 p.m.  The delivery option is a wonderful thing for people like us.

At 1:20 pm, the phone rings. It is Trish, our favorite delivery lady saying she just pulled into the parking lot. Tom took off down the hall to let her in. Minutes later she was in our kitchen. Placing bags of freezer and refrigerator items on one side of the counter, canned goods on the other, and bags of miscellaneous items such as Kleenex, toothpaste, paper towels at the far end of the counter closest to the bathroom, and opening the pantry doors to put my soft drinks away. She has it down to a science.

As I sit on my walker in front of the fridge, she hands me my orange juice, milk, and ice cream. She is so friendly, so easy to talk to. Given the season, our conversation naturally turns to Thanksgiving. I asked if she had anything special planned.

“No, everyone in my family is gone. I’m the only one left so it’s not really special anymore. In fact, I am working half a day on Thursday. I have been doing it for several years so fellow employees can be at home with their families.”

My eyes teared up. What a thoughtful thing to do. I thanked her for displaying such kindness to her co-workers. Life can be hard, every family struggles with different complications on holidays. What a wonderful gift she was giving to others.

We drifted from Thanksgiving to pets. Her face lit up when she was talking about her dogs and cats, explaining how she obtained each of them.  Saying she would be lost without them.

She then told me a sweet story about recently pulling over to the side of the road of an extremely busy intersection to rescue a little dog. The little guy was standing in the middle of the street with traffic whizzing by. He was shaking like a leaf as she put him into her car. After reading the information on his collar, she immediately drove to the address. The lady answering the door burst into tears when she saw the dog. She was so grateful that she offered Trish a reward. “I didn’t accept it, just told her to pay it forward.”  

Pay it forward. Isn’t that what we all should do? Random acts of kindness are so easy to do and so appreciated, sometimes even lifesaving. I have been blessed to be on the receiving end so many times throughout my life, especially in the last few years.

When we moved from our condo to our little apartment in 2015, our lives shifted into an overwhelming, crazy existence beyond our control in a heartbeat. I had everything planned, everything under control until Tom had a heart attack and I had a stroke. And we were trying to move?

Thank goodness our family always comes through for us, but so many wonderful people came out of the woodwork to step up and help us get through a really stressful time. We will be forever grateful.

A wonderful neighbor from my old community hired her cleaning lady to clean my condo after we moved out knowing I couldn’t do it. My daughter wouldn’t even let me go back to double-check that we didn’t leave anything behind. She reported it was so clean it looked brand new. It was one of the nicest things anyone ever did for us.

Kindness can be shown in millions of ways, can be as simple as opening a door for someone, smiling at a stranger, saying hello to others, giving a compliment, calling or sending a card to a shut-in, writing a note to let someone know how much they mean to you, letting another car merge in front of you, stopping to let a pedestrian cross the street, or holding the elevator.

You get the idea. Let your imagination run wild or just do what comes naturally. Doing kind things when no one is looking makes a person feel better, brings such joy.

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My heart is full during this time of thanksgiving. Thank you to the readers who take time to read my blog, sign up to follow me so my posts are delivered directly to your emails, and care enough to share your comments.

                                 You have made me believe in myself, and my writing.                                   I am truly grateful for your kindness.

Ending on a Positive Note: Never doubt there are many good people in the world spreading kindness every day. Never doubt the kindness we share with others will always find its way back to us.

 

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A Place Called Home

 

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Tom and I attended a pre-Class Reunion on Friday night. The get together was not for either one of our high school classes, but for our younger brothers’ era – a combined 1967-1968 reunion. We had the best time, saw friends who were much younger than we are. Some of these folks didn’t just go to high school together, they went back to grade school, some all the way back to kindergarten.

When you grow up in the kind of community we did, it’s okay to go to the reunions before and after your own. In fact, you get invited. Makes a person feel loved.

Getting there a little early to find a seat is a necessity for us. Remember the little wooden people who wobbled, but never fell down? Well, that’s us nowadays, the Weebles. We grab a seat and stay there until it’s time to go home.

The only chairs open were at the name tag table in the corner, which turned out to be a smart place to sit. Everybody eventually finds their way there as name tags prove useful, especially at fifty-year reunions.

The evening was informal. The kids Tom and I remembered were now grown up; adjusting to retirement, slowing down to enjoy life a little more, and loving their new role of grandma and grandpa. It sort of felt as if we had slowed down and allowed them to catch up with us.

Got a bunch of hugs from the folks in attendance, had a little time to get caught up. Well, as much as you can at a fifty-year reunion. But, it sure did my heart good to see all of them.

The most fun was just sitting and watching the smiles, the hugs, the laughter as classmates started every other sentence with, “Remember when we ……., or I’ll never forget the time.”

I bet everyone’s face hurts after this weekend from all of the smiling. The smiles and the laughter proved their memories were still alive after so many years. This group could still finish each other’s sentences. It was a beautiful thing to see.

Today, there were tons of photos on Facebook from the Friday and Saturday night events, and also from the tour of the old high school, the fieldhouse and Alumni Room. People were still smiling. It was obvious everyone had enjoyed their milestone reunion.

Class reunions are quite extraordinary. They allow us to see old classmates, sometimes for the first time in decades. Allow us to relive the memories of some of the best days of our lives. Special memories that remain because a bit of Norwood is still within all of us.

Our lives have changed considerably since 1967-1968. Back then we didn’t realize how our childhood and coming to maturity would affect the rest of our lives and shape us for future years.

Although our lives may have taken different pathways, we all are blessed with having an unusual connection, a common bond. Of living in a more innocent time, growing up in a wonderful community, and attending great schools. In a place where so many happy memories started, in Norwood.

Hope everyone enjoyed the reunion and coming back, even if just for a weekend, to the special place that all of us at one time called home.

Ending on a Positive Note: Several years ago, I wrote a book for Norwood High School’s 100th anniversary. I was amazed at how many alumni wrote me to say how lucky they felt growing up in Norwood, saying the schools and the community had truly helped shape their lives.

There is an old proverb, “It takes a village to raise a child” which simply means it takes more than parents, family, or one person to teach a child the ways of life. In Norwood, we may have called those people teacher, principal, coach, choir director, park leader, scout leader, Y-Teen or Hi-Y leader, dance teacher, chaperone, minister, neighbor, upperclassmen, underclassmen, or friend; people who were there when we needed someone to believe in us. People who helped us grow and gain confidence in ourselves. Those people made a difference in our lives and helped us to become who we are today.

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Celebrating Connection

I sit preparing a short agenda and notes for facilitating the two-month-old discussion group in our apartment complex. Community Connection is a fun afternoon, sort of like a book club, only with a twist!  Sort of like a Meet-n-Greet, only a little bit different!

We hope by discussing interesting topics, sharing thoughts and experiences, neighbors will enjoy spending a little time getting to know each other better. The goal is to talk about things that make us think, tickle our funny bone, or inspire us in some way. Just in case, we also offer a cup of coffee and maybe something chocolate! Who can turn down chocolate?

Working on a few icebreaker questions to jump-start the conversation and get people talking, I review the last two gatherings in my mind. Attendance has been good and people are sharing interesting stuff. We are getting better acquainted, finding it easier to talk with each other.

I don’t mind planning topics and will always be prepared with things to discuss, but hoping the group will begin to suggest things THEY want to talk about. Actually, one person did just that, last month. I was so excited.

While considering potential materials for November, my mind jumped to a recent conversation I had with my daughter. While listening to her talk about her new job, I realized so many changes had occurred in the workforce within just a few short years.

Since I retired seven years ago, technology and the work environment have drastically changed. Not sure I could survive in today’s workforce, or even want to.

Technology is wonderful, but it moves so rapidly. Am I the only one that struggles to keep up?

While I respect those who can function at today’s lightning pace, I sometimes wonder how people remain constantly plugged-in to technology, never taking time off to chill.

Suppose it’s understandable when you consider an iPhone can function like a mini-computer, with the capability of storing one’s life all in one sleek little phone. It really is quite amazing.

Maybe I’m just too old school. I still like to dream, let my mind wander, discover tranquility that helps me find clarity.

My observations may be off base, but technology appears to have a few flaws.

I prefer the slower pace of the world; miss the face-to-face interaction with other people. I worry that when people spend so much time alone with their iPhone, even in a crowded room, it might be too easy to become distracted, or feel unfulfilled.

Wonder if this time that seems to offer so much freedom through technology might be an addicting environment created for us. I sometimes feel a bit manipulated after checking out an item online, only to have it pop up a few minutes later on my Facebook. Accident? Don’t think so.

Maybe it’s time for me to wave the white flag, admit to being the first casualty.

Hey, I admit to being old, but I like this stage in my life. After years of performing like the energizer bunny, periods of quiet solitude are like a soothing balm.

It has taken me several years to slow my life down. Admit some physical issues out of my control have required me to redesign my environment; create a comfortable space that suits my behaviors, goals, and values.

My life is not for everyone, but I like where I am.

I won’t be around in a hundred years, but can’t help wonder what historians will say about this technology growth age we are living in. Will the new and innovative technologies, seemingly offering unending choices, be seen as an age that enhanced or altered the world’s human connection?

Ending on a Positive Note: *My hope for the future is that people don’t fade into a world of isolation. I hope kids will still read real books, play sports, sing, dance, sit and dream about what they want to do when they grow up. I hope people will spend quality time with their family and friends, live positively, be kind to one another, and remember that smiling, laughing, hugging, and the human touch are all vital. I hope that kids will still listen to old people tell stories about the ‘good old days’ and know the joy and fascination of learning about a different era of life.

*Above excerpt is taken from 2014 Centennial book, Norwood High School, 100 Years of Educating and Shaping Lives

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Someone to Listen

Sliding into the driver’s seat, I realized it had been over seven months since I had been behind the wheel of my little green Toyota. My husband had an eye appointment, was getting his eyes dilated, so I had to drive. By the time we reached the Optometrist’s office, my confidence was beginning to peek out.

In the waiting room, I handed Tom an updated medication sheet to add to his new patient paperwork. Before I opened my Kindle to start a new book, I asked if he needed any other information. He told me he was a big boy and could handle it.

Five seconds later, he was asking for our new phone number. I laughed, teasing him that the number had been brand new in July, it was now November.

He ignored my comment and continued filling out his paperwork. Then I hear, “What kind of question is this? They want to know what language I prefer. Well, I think French. I don’t speak it, but it is my preferred language.”  

Rolling my eyes, I heard laughter coming from the lady sitting right across from my husband. She was cracking up. Catching my eye, she said, “You are lucky to have someone who makes you laugh.”

While telling her I indeed was very lucky, her name was called. We smiled and wished each other a good day.

A few minutes later, Tom’s name was called. He disappeared into the inner sanctum for his eye exam.

The front door opened, an elderly gentleman entered. His head was covered in flaming red hair, curling ringlets sticking out every which a way. Dressed in a beige suede jacket, white shirt, and dark dress pants, his wobbling feet were encased in dark gym shoes. He shuffled across the carpet to the receptionist desk. He was alone. His face etched in a permanent frown.

The old Willie Nelson song about a red-headed stranger flashed in my mind. I don’t remember the words, just something about sad eyes and the red-headed stranger losing his wife.

As he signed his name, the receptionist asked if he still had Anthem insurance, told him she would need to see his card. He answered yes in a booming voice.

His answers were a question behind, and each time his voice became a little louder. A lady sitting two seats away leaned toward me, whispering, “I just love the way old people answer questions.” I smiled back and we had a brief conversation about the joy of old age bringing freedom to our lives. I commented it must be AARP Day at the eye doctor because everyone in the waiting room was seventy or older. She laughed when I said maybe Tom would get a discount.

As the red-headed stranger was locating a seat, he shuffled past me. I smiled and pulled my walker closer, out of his way. He glanced at my walker and then at me, saying, “Guess that thing helps you walk better.” I smiled and answered, “Yep, it sure does.” Looked up, hoping a smile had replaced his frown. No smile. His eyes were still so sad.

At that moment, a staff member called my name saying my husband needed help. Holding the door, she told me Tom had requested his beauty consultant. Tom was sitting at a small desk with four pairs of frames lying in front of him. “They all look the same to me, hon. I just don’t know which frame to get.” I had him put each pair on, chose the one I thought looked best, and he told the young lady the order was a go.

He still needed to complete one more test, so I went back to the waiting room.

As I sat waiting for my husband, I looked at the red-headed stranger and wondered if he still had his wife? Was losing her what caused his face to look so void of emotion?

A sadness settled over me. I remembered when my mother died; my daddy told me he felt so lost without her, saying, “I just miss sitting with her, talking with her.”

Four days later, I still can’t stop thinking about the stranger with his red hair and sad eyes. Hope he has someone in his life that has time to listen to his stories.

Turned on my computer this morning to learn that today is National Love Your Red Hair Day!

Mr. Red-Headed Stranger: I hope someone is celebrating you and your curly red hair today, making you smile all the way up to your eyes.

“We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.” – Ronald Reagan

Ending on a Positive Note: I’m thinking of the people I know that live alone. Gonna make a list and reach out. Call ‘em on the phone to see how they are doing. Bet I won’t have to talk much, probably all they need is someone to listen.

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