Thursday, December 02, 2010
Just think if I had actually written something in the past six months! So why haven't I?
Well, it all started - or ended, I guess is the better word -- when Jeff, my wonderful, longtime neighbor, and biggest blog fan, passed away unexpectedly not too long after my last post celebrating my 10,000th visitor to The Home Stretch.
Jeff's passing was such a horrible shock -- he was only 49 -- and his death leaves such a hole in all our lives.
Jeff had recently commented to me that he wanted so much to be my 10,000th visitor, that he had been visiting The Home Stretch more often than usual hoping he'd be that special guy to make that mark, and he had congratulated me on my "achievement".
That meant more to me than he could have ever known, because of all my friends who had read The Home Stretch and endured my never-ending whining about midlife malaise, etc, he was the last person I ever expected to be a regular reader. I mean, he was a GUY. A DAD. I have always written about GIRL stuff. MOM stuff. And he was an avid sports fan, and I never wrote about sports. And he was civic-minded, and hard-working and dedicated to his family...it amazed me that he took the time to peruse my cyber penning.
Yet, whenever I hadn't blogged for a few days, he would see me outside, in my yard and take the time to rib me about being a slacker. He'd bemoan the fact that he had stopped by The Home Stretch to see what was happenin' and there was ZILCH.
I'd give him some excuse for my blogger's block, and he'd say, "Well, get writing! Let's go!"
Or he'd engage me in a conversation about my last blog topic, and I would be inspired to keep writing.
Jeff was particularly enjoying my blogging about my quest to meet Justin Hayward of The Moody Blues when they were to perform in Des Moines on June 29, the day after I was to return from my class reunion trip to Cincinnati. I had purchased special "meet and greet tickets" for the concert as part of Iowa Public Television's on-air fundraiser. And there were many other avid Moody Blues Fans out here in cyber space eager to read about my meet-and-greet experience.
But then, while I was in Cincinnati, Jeff died.
I still can't believe it.
And into that all-too familiar pit of shock and overwhelming sadness our tiny community plummeted once more. There was Jeff's family and friends to console, and post-funeral thank-you notes to help write, and that sinking, sick, exhausting inertia that comes over us all when we, in the blink of an eye, lose someone we love.
Needless to say, I didn't make it to the concert.
And until this morning, I could not bring myself to write about why. Or write about anything else for that matter.
Why this morning? I don't know. But I do know what Jeff would say.
"Well, get writing! Let's go!"
So, here I go.
I miss you.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Ask, and you shall receive, Pastor Utmo!
Which is why, until now, I used to to feel a bit guilty every Mother's Day.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
I get a little teary looking at this picture.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
And that Moody Blues song, my friends, ought to be the official Facebook "friending" anthem.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Do you remember this video? One of my faves...it's the video that reunited me with The Moody Blues in the 80s...
Anticipation and dreaming is half the fun...it is so wonderful to have not one, but TWO things to look forward to this summer...my 35th class reunion in Cincy with my long-time historical peeps...AND a Moody Blues concert!
I would've, if I could've, scheduled my trip so that I could catch Justin and the gang in Cincy a few nights before my reunion as well...but that might be a hair on the over-do side...though not totally out of character, I suppose (wink, wink)...
You see, normally, all I have is the reunion -- or mini-reunions (which we have in the in-between years), to look forward to in any given summer, which is, of course, plenty to enjoy and for which I am always wildly appreciative!
But knowing I have the Moody Blues waiting for me (figuratively speaking, of course) one day after my return trip this summer will certainly soften the sadness (somewhat) of having to leave my homeland once again...
I was just in Cincy a year ago this June...but it seems like forever ago...it's been such a long, heartbreaking year...
Even more reason for me to shuffle off to Cincy, touch base with my peeps, wax reminiscent for a few days...eat a little Skyline Chili, maybe a Frisch's Big Boy with extra tartar sauce, possibly a White Castle slider or five, tour the old high school, a night of toilet papering perhaps?
And then! The Moody Blues! Holy Cow!
Once upon a time,
once when you were mine
I remember skies
Reflected in your eyes...
Geeze, Louise! I cannot wait!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
But he's MY favorite rock 'n' roll band singer.
Occasionally there may be an artist concerned about the flu or worried about the strength of their voice for the performance, Susan noted. But for the most part, the celebrities are incredibly welcoming and appreciative of their fans.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why...
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh...