Tell The Story

I have been tagged to Tell The Story by msjadeli.  The inspiration comes from the beautiful picture below.  Challenge accepted.  Thanks mi amiga.

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Willie was living in New York in between gigs.  He distanced himself from the family.  No one understood his life choices.  Forever hearing “when are you going to give up play acting and get a “real” job?”  He’d heard it a million times before but he could not breath without his art.

When he got the call from his brother David on that cold February evening, time stood still.  Shock, fear, disbelief, numb.  Snapping out of the fog, Willie caught the red eye to Wisconsin where Dave would be waiting.

Stepping off the plane was like going back in time.  Losing mom and dad in that tragic car wreck knocked him for a loop.  His anguish was palpable.  Why?  Many unanswered questions.  He beat himself up for not being there.  If only, ….

You always think there will be more time.  Time to make amends.  Time to visit and enjoy the company of one another.  Time limitless yet fleeting.

The funeral was a blur.  Family and friends surrounded him in his grief.   Like being in a fish bowl; he floated through the motions.  Until the time came to give a proper send off.  Then only the two of them.  You see the plan had been made years before.  He and Dave would honor their parents wishes.

On this day, February 17, 2019, memories of fun-filled family vacations at Granite Peak in Wausau came flooding back.  Willie at 7 and David at 10.  Laughing, smiling, racing, challenging.  Secure in their parent’s love.  Now at 30 and 33, together again but missing their core.  All the time in the world.  Walking up the slope together.  Hearts heavy but joyous all the same  Time will go on.  The sun brightly shining will rise again.

Okay, now I have to tag 3 people to write a story about the picture below.  Hopefully the picture inspires a story!

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Willow 

Peter

Bill

Tell The Story if you so choose <3.

As always, more to come.

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So, … Comfy Cozy

Sunday Funday.  I wear those shorts with snowmen socks and Snoopy house shoes just to irritate him.  Not sure why he even cares but he does.  And I just laugh.  Comfort over fashion every time!

As always, more to come.

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So, … I’m Easily Amused And/Or I May Need An Intervention

I used to travel for work.  A lot.  And I loved every minute of it.  I miss seeing folks in the Valley of the Sun and the Springs too.  I mean c’mon!  How cool is it to live in the Springs!!!  I wanted to move there once upon a time.  But that was then and this is now.

You guys know about my hoarding inability to organize.  I am a mini pack rat.  Not the same as my mother but close.  Though her chaos was very maintained/controlled to the nth degree.  A place for everything and everything in its’ place.  Mine is more eclectic.

As I was making a final sweep of things post closet (I forgot about) organization, I found a piece of paper.  Which I saved … because I could not recycle it … because it amused me … 2 minute flight due to time change.  Beats the land sea record AND our travelling speed was SMOKIN.  I mean she was steaming.  Lol!  I tucked this itinerary away for almost five years!!!  Check it out.

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I mean she was steaming

I remember this trip vividly.  The week of March 11, 2013.  On my final day there B called to tell me was injured on the job.  He was okay but he’d been ordered bed rest.  That day was the start of a “new you” for him which probably saved his life a year later.

Superstitions abound.  March 2013 injured.  April 2014 injured worse.  May 2015 dodged a bullet.  June 2016 dodged another.  July 2017 must be in the clear.  August 2018 forgot about silly superstitions and nothing happened to B.  Whew!  September 2019 – Happy Anniversary to us … 35 years and counting.

Oh ya!  We need to start planning for that … soon.  But for now, guess I better get a move on.

As always, more to come.

 

For 2/17/19 ~ “Misty Mountain Hop”

Today is a Led Zeppelin kinda day.  “Kashmir” is my favorite but ain’t no mountains or hills in there.  Moving on we have “Misty Mountain”Hop or “Over the Hills and Far Away”.  I flipped a coin and Misty it is – lucky since mountain and hills are in the lyrics.  Enjoy.

Writer(s): PAGE JAMES PATRICK, PLANT R A, BALDWIN JOHN
Walkin’ in the park just the other day, Baby,
What do you, what do you think I saw?
Crowds of people sittin’ on the grass with flowers in their hair said,
“Hey, Boy, do you wanna score?”
And you know how it is;
I really don’t know what time it was, woh, oh,
So I asked them if I could stay awhile.
I didn’t notice but it had got very dark and I was really,
Really out of my mind.
Just then a policeman stepped up to me and asked us said,
“Please, hey, would we care to all get in line,
Get in line.”
Well you know, They asked us to stay for tea and have some fun,
Oh, oh, he said that his friends would all drop by, ooh.
Why don’t you take a good look at yourself and describe what you see,
And Baby, Baby, Baby, do you like it?
There you sit, sitting spare like a book on a shelf rustin’
Ah, not trying to fight it.
You really don’t care if they’re coming, oh, oh,
I know that it’s all a state of mind, ooh.
If you go down in the streets today, Baby, you better,
You better open your eyes.
Folk down there really don’t care, really don’t care, don’t care, really don’t
Which, which way the pressure lies,
So I’ve decided what I’m gonna do now.
So I’m packing my bags for the Misty Mountains
Where the spirits go now,
Over the hills where the spirits fly, ooh.
I really don’t know.
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