All I wanna do (is have some fun)

This is not the post I’ve wanted to write for the past few days. That one, which will have to wait another day or two, has been highjacked by this one, because Sheryl Crow saved my life once, and, even though she’ll never know it, I need to thank her again before Thanksgiving week is over.

What happened is this: She wrote, recorded and released the song, “All I Wanna Do.” To paraphrase Don McLean, I do believe in rock ‘n’ roll and music touches my mortal soul – and that song told me something I couldn’t ignore.

Today it makes me want to dance, sing and smile, but in 1995, all it made me want to do, after a few listenings, was cry. Okay, dance and cry. You can do both.

It was one more thing to make me realize time was running out. Of course there was much more to it than that, but Sheryl definitely played a part in giving me clarity.

Today I’m happy most of the time, have some kind of fun most every day and have a life filled with love. Overflowing.

Last night was filled with nightmares of the ex – PTSD is forever, it seems. But life goes on.

This morning I opened the paper to a photo of my friend and coworker at NLRHS, Suzzette Patterson, who helped me through that time. She’s been on my mind lately, even though we haven’t talked in ages. So this has been on my mind all day.

Freedom from that trap – and an emotional death sentence – changed the trajectory of my life, and that of my children, who were and are brave troopers. And that change created what we have now.

For which I’m eternally grateful. Here are some of the reasons, beside the grandkids:

Thanksgiving, Lolly-style. Liz made the heap o’ potatoes, just like Mama Tackett used to make.

Blurry shot of me in my new apron – made hurriedly for the occasion, because nothing says “Thaknsgiving” like Hawaiian-print fabric.

Anti-oxidant, anti-Alzheimer’s mix (sweet potatoes, acorn squash, apples, pecans, raisins, turmeric, cinnamon and butter) and vegetarian southern-style dressing.

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