On Fridays I reflect and on Sundays I ramble. Today I might do some of both. I even added the reflections category. Hope I haven’t jinxed my streak.
The following picture is from Spring Break 1980 something.
Taken on a camera that had film which needed to be developed afterward. Boy how times change. Though the sun was shining, it was cold. Not so cold that I didn’t squeeze into my shorty shorts but cold enough for long sleeves.
The following picture is from Spring Break of 2016.
NYC baby, my all time favorite vacation spot. Lulu and I are in the New Amsterdam theater waiting for Aladdin to start. Dim lights but the stage was magic flying carpet spectacular. The show of a lifetime … a whole new world …
Thing about the two pictures is how they can be deceiving.
In 1980 something, I’m pretty sure I’m sober but you never know. Those trips were complete debauchery. I’m lucky to be alive. And in 2016 NYC, this was right after the terrible awful. The only reason we didn’t cancel that trip is because the airfare was non-refundable. Looking back, not sure how we survived it. And to this day I am still punishing Lulu. Why? For not being my ideal of perfection? For being human? I’m horrible and wrong. I deal by forgetting what instead I should forgive. Feels like forever ago and yesterday all in one. Four years. That’s all. Only four short years.
Sweet baby Jesus and heaven help me. Signed a sinner.
These pictures are from Spring Break 2020.
No deceit in the pictures above. After Lulu and I visited the Texas Tulip farm, we went to Concrete Cemetery to visit the graves of my Mamaw and Papaw. I had not been there in some time but nothing had changed. I remember my mom and Mamaw taking us there to care for the plots. They brought a thermos of coffee and snacks for us kids and we’d picnic around the grave sites. Sounds morbid but really sprucing up the place and leaving flowers was comforting.
And with that, I am fin. The hour lost is taking it’s toll. I’m off to get in the remainder of my steps.
As always, more to come.