Nearly two decades past…and somewhere along the way I
started to realize that a woman my age should not be seen waltzin around the
yard in lace anything unless it’s for a local production of Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte.
Few things worked out the way I had planned. (Enter Lionel Richie and the Commodores…. http://youtu.be/zg-ivWxy5KE
) Go there if you need a moment…to
wallow…or laugh...or just to remember how big hair was in the late 70's!
I guess Momma and Daddy got tired of waitin too cause I came
home one weekend and the pool was gone,
filled in with dirt and planted like a garden. The neighbors said that Daddy
hired a man with a jack hammer to bust holes in the bottom and then they threw
in everything from lounge chairs to life-jackets before a truck load of dirt backed
in and buried the very last remnants of my summer weddin plan. I still can't
believe it, Sacred ground…turned into nothing more than a tomato patch. But it’s like I always say, “things happen…so
other things can happen.”
Next time: Higher Love
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