Friday, January 06, 2006
THE END OF THE FIRST WEEK.....MAY 2001
As planned, we were up early the next morning to get over to see “Jennifer In The Morning” at one of the theatres. Rocky had seen her bounce around on a couple of TV stations advertising her show and became vastly interested in seeing her. So off we went to see the show.
Now I know old age has a way of changing viewpoints but try as I could, it was hard to swallow all of the sweetness poured out on the stage. She apparently loved her grandpa a lot because she called grandpa’s of every kind up on the stage and carried on until they felt plumb silly. However, I wasn’t there to be a critic but to accompany Rocky to a show of his choice.
Half-way through, he said, “Boy, I’m sure disappointed in this. I thought it was going to be different.” She took 10 minutes to tell us how great this comedian person was and what a great dancer…..yada, yada, yada…….we were basically unimpressed when he catapulted on stage and went into hyperbole. OK….scrap that show and on to the next.
Some of the other shows we wanted to see were sold out so our options were getting smaller all the time. Finally we decided we’d go to the Bobby Vinton Theatre and take in the Irish Dancers. I had been a fan of Michael Flattery, the original leader of the dancers and (here’s where Miss Gullible comes back) I thought HE would be there. Well, it turned out it was the B-team and it just didn’t have the zip and drama (or the sex appeal, ladies) that Michael gave it.
If you’re suspecting that it was getting towards leaving time, you are right. We’d been gone since Monday morning and by Saturday morning, our thoughts turned towards home. As we were packing and making ready to leave, Rocky said, “I sure hate to go back to the real world again. This week has been absolutely perfect.” Finding each other again was so remote we realize there was a lot of help to bring it about. Miracles don’t happen every day….and sometimes not even after 52 years.
And so we are in the ongoing process of making sure our marriage stays as fresh and special as it was this first week in May, 2001. People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be and after that…….it’s a piece of cake.
Homeward bound………..
Until next time,
Essentially Esther
Now I know old age has a way of changing viewpoints but try as I could, it was hard to swallow all of the sweetness poured out on the stage. She apparently loved her grandpa a lot because she called grandpa’s of every kind up on the stage and carried on until they felt plumb silly. However, I wasn’t there to be a critic but to accompany Rocky to a show of his choice.
Half-way through, he said, “Boy, I’m sure disappointed in this. I thought it was going to be different.” She took 10 minutes to tell us how great this comedian person was and what a great dancer…..yada, yada, yada…….we were basically unimpressed when he catapulted on stage and went into hyperbole. OK….scrap that show and on to the next.
Some of the other shows we wanted to see were sold out so our options were getting smaller all the time. Finally we decided we’d go to the Bobby Vinton Theatre and take in the Irish Dancers. I had been a fan of Michael Flattery, the original leader of the dancers and (here’s where Miss Gullible comes back) I thought HE would be there. Well, it turned out it was the B-team and it just didn’t have the zip and drama (or the sex appeal, ladies) that Michael gave it.
If you’re suspecting that it was getting towards leaving time, you are right. We’d been gone since Monday morning and by Saturday morning, our thoughts turned towards home. As we were packing and making ready to leave, Rocky said, “I sure hate to go back to the real world again. This week has been absolutely perfect.” Finding each other again was so remote we realize there was a lot of help to bring it about. Miracles don’t happen every day….and sometimes not even after 52 years.
And so we are in the ongoing process of making sure our marriage stays as fresh and special as it was this first week in May, 2001. People are about as happy as they make up their minds to be and after that…….it’s a piece of cake.
Homeward bound………..
Until next time,
Essentially Esther
