26 Then and Again

Did I tell you about the time in the long ago day, I sat with two men as we listened to some music? Music that still burst from vinyl? Oh, I pobably have, yet I'll tell you again how on this particular day, one of the men wanted to dedicate a song to me.

Why? Because I was a 26, he said. I blushed and did that silly girly girl giggle we females have been known to do. Me? A 26? WOW!

There was a problem. Yes, indeed. The man doing the dedication was not my boyfriend. Yep. My boyfriend stared at the dedication do-er, who happened to be his best friend. The boyfriend's jaw crashed thru the floor as he looked from his best friend to me and back to this best friend.

My boyfriend wondered---out loud--how his best friend knew I was a 26?

Cue up Chic.

Ahh..

My extra long weekend does waltz to its end. Kinda bummed about that since it's been a wonderful few days...

Church was grand! It amazes me how IBOC's Pastor Rickie Rush, gives the message I need to hear. This time how Satan can play with your mind, when you're not as prayerful as you should be. I admit, I'm guilty. Have what I call a prayer pedestal (it's really a ceramic thing that held up a glass coffee table top) which I've not used as I use to. My cats perch on it tho. In days before, t I'd kneel before it and lay my hands, other times I'd wail, while other times I'd give praise.

Gotta get back to it.

On top of that, Bear and I had a sweet, short chat after service. I'm amazed, again how in a crowd of hundreds, we spot each other.

As I write this, tis early evening. The sun still shines. Gotta enjoy it before the sun sets.

I am blessed.

March 11, 2006 was Saturday

This day in 2006, I still remained in the hospital. Had visitors in and out. My open heart surgery was scheduled for the upcoming Tuesday. Looking back, maybe they wanted to get in what they thought might be their last words to me. A friend, later on said, she thought they were going to lose me. Well, I had other plans.

On this particular day, Bear was one of the last visitors. Turns out Bear was kinda ticked at me. Why? Well, because I didn't tell him first thing I was in the hospital. I'd been there a week before I told him. Bear felt because of our past, I would have told him. Well, in my opinion, because of our past is why I didn't tell him. At that moment in time, Bear and I had little to do with each other, for weeks and months. Why would I want to share anything with him? Yet, I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew Bear would pray for me, and I needed all the prayers I could get!

I recall, I sat in a chair, donned in my faded hospital gown while Bear sat across from me. We've never spoken of what he thought that day. Looking back, I do believe Bear was scared. Except for the gown and being in a hospital and getting my BP checked about every hour, I was still me. Bear had a hard time with my illness--as time wore on, to a degree, I think he still does. You see, his dad passed away of heart issues at a young 58. There are times I wonder if Bear sees his Dad in me--which is only something Bear can answer. I've tried to reassure him of my health...

Fast forward to this day in 2010. Another gorgeous almost Spring Day. Received some good words from my classmates in this online class I'm in. That made me feel good. Gotta get my trash to the curb, chow on some salad, pet a cat and settle down to my Thursday TV watching--this is a night for me.

I am blessed.