HOW I MET MY HERO
right off the bat i know i have very little capacity for science or math – too much to memorize for me – so we won’t go there with the curve prompt --- next i hear myself thinking more about life – isn’t there a quote about life is what happens to you while you’re busy planning your life or something along that line??? --- i have a good friend that spoke of life recently as a journey where you stop for flat tires, food, directions, potty, to switch drivers, whatever, and she advised me to get in the back seat and let Somebody Else drive for a while and just enjoy it – i’m trying to do that –
so as i cogitate back here and gaze at the scenery of life as i pass by, i think about curves - it comes to me that i think about the journey as a constant learning curve, then I remember it’s a very long road that has no turn (another old adage, if i’m not mistaken), you never know what’s around the corner, and all that jazz --- then somehow the switch is flipped and WOOT! WOOT! - i’m actually relaxing and dozing off here in the back seat with random clips of curve balls --- seems to me that life is a series of curve balls - what else would hold anyone's interest? - that sometimes means a swing and a miss, or with a good solid THWAKKKK!!!! can turn into a grand slam --- my greatest grand slam was meeting MY HERO ---
we first met on june 10, 1966 – that was the day I got engaged to my first husband –
in those days they sized rings for you in a matter of an hour or two – we had chosen my engagement ring at a downtown jewellery store, and decided to go and toast our wonderful occasion while we waited for it to be sized --- we went to the old la salle hotel, the grande dame of town at that time, and made our way to the “persian room” – the quiet lounge adjacent to the dining room – the bartender on duty was a friend of my new fiance, he came to our table to take our order, and we were introduced --- he congratulated us on our happy event, and bought us a bottle of champagne for a gift --- he served it with all the pizzazz and flourish one would see on the big screen – silver tray high over his head, white linen, expert cork-popping, the whole nine yards --- now truth to tell, i never have been much of a champagne aficionado, but it certainly seemed like the most appropriate thing to be doing under the circumstances – i was feeling pretty pampered and altogether special ---
in due time, the new fiance had to use the washroom, so there I was all by my own self, minding my own business, and WHOA!!! --- Zippity-Bim-Bam- Boom, here comes the bartender, folks!!! --- well, he was absolutely polite about it all, and smiled a really beautiful smile, and stood there before me as if he were in his right mind to tell me this: “this guy is not the one for you, but go ahead and marry him if you want to – just remember when you two are through, i’ll still be around!” --- can you believe this? – what a cad!!! – I mean I was in LOVE! with my brand spanking new fiance - not even two hours before the bartender had been introduced to his ?friend’s prospective new wife, and now as soon as the guy is gone, well! – here he is lining himself up! --- what a piece of work, eh wot???
time passes – the fiance and i were married on october 29, 1966 and we were separated in august of 1968 --- more time passes, i am into my career and the bartender has become a municipal employee, and eventually we strike up our own friendship in 1970 – we “accidentally” ran into one another often and schmoozed over coffee as we became closer and closer --- we had a trial run at romance, bad timing, and went our separate ways ---
but WAIT - THERE’S MORE!!!
we began seeing one another again in may of 1976, and got along famously --- we were still going to have to work to iron out a few kinks, but guess what? --- the bartender was right – that first guy sure was NOT! for me, but the bartender WAS! still around ---
we were married on july 4, 1981
HE’S MY HERO!!!!!
HE’S MY HERO!!!!!