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Something Very Nice Happened in my Life

Nearly 20 years ago I had a young lover, who I suppose shall remain nameless in this epistle.  A couple of days ago I received a package from him in the post.  Inside the package was a very cool book about the Grateful Dead, and one I don't have in my small collection of Dead books and memorabilia.  I gotta say it lifted my skirt a bit to hear from this man.  He was a young history teacher when we met, single and I married, mother of 4 and somewhere in 40's.  I'd gone back to school just to see if could do something besides cook, clean and wipe tears and asses belonging to children.  And, I did well in college.. met this lovely young man and for five years we had the most wonderful weekends.  We went to concerts, live theater, ate at fabulous restaurants, and made love everywhere and all the time.  But only on weekends.  I was, after all, still married.  My husband of many years and I had decided to remain with our legal marriage but to divorce ourselves in other ways.  And I got my weekends.  It was very open, scandalous I suppose, but OMG it was really fun.  I learned so much about myself.  Certainly was a grandly passionate time. Lest I be dubbed a pervert of some kind, let me state that said "young lover" was 12 years younger, not a large gap when on reaches middle age.

Ah, but I diverge... This morning I wrote by hand a four page letter to him, filling him in on my life and thanking him for being part of mind.  It is such a supreme feeling to still be in touch with this man, to know that he thinks of me now and again as I do him.  He is married now.  I've never met his wife though he visited me here on the farm from time to time.  He got to know my children and met my husband.  I believe it lasted about five years and then at the age of 51 I took off for California with some old friends in a white mini-van. But that's a story for another day.  In fact, I've chronicled that somewhere, really should put it up on the net somewhere, though I'd still hang onto the collaged chronicle of that trip out West.

Its been a rather dreary week and so the package was even more precious to me.  Nearly birthday number 67.. the other day my daughters told me I ought to start thinking of myself as 70.  I was like.. NO.. don't push me into the next decade, I'll get there fast enough.

Reading a so so book about an apocalyptic scenario .. the rotation of the Earth slows down and things get very weird.. I'm nearly through with it and not nearly as impressed as I somehow wanted to be.  I've never been fond of coming of age stories, not matter what the setting... The book is "the age of miracles" by Karen Thompson Walker.  Now that I think about it the action in the book is slow, maybe that's the point of the whole thing? but I keep happening for something to happen, a bit of action.  It is, however, this author's first novel so not bad for a debut.  The novel takes place in California and there is a bust of some "old" hippies for growing marijuana.  This even seemed weird as California does have some legal growers now I think.

Tomorrow is the eve of my birthday and my four daughters plus my 28 yr old granddaughter are going to a great eating place about 30 miles from where we live, taking no males and no children.  I think we will have a really good time.

surely love is the answer, if it isn't then we are so fucked

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zenbaker
Nov. 24th, 2013 12:48 pm (UTC)
Hope you had a wonderful birthday.

Its lovely when you get a reminder that you have meant so much to someone and shaped a part of their life.

xox
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