i'm wound up like a nut.
too much to do, lots of good things,
gettin' ready to take yet another trip.
just an overniter again. this time to
see his pop. will be good as i haven't
seen him in ages.
he's the same age as my elderly neighbor.
she knows i'm goin' up to visit him.
she called to give me some magazines to
bring to him.
i went down.
sat on the floor next to her chair.
i was too wound up not to have some fun
i opened up and told her some personal
things that were goin' on.
she loves that.
jumps right in and discusses life with me.
i nodded seriously. agreed whole heartedly
with her assessments of my life and problems.
then we got to talkin' about men.
she's had enough of them.
and we laughed and laughed.
she got all fiesty and told me how she
just didn't 'want any of that.'
i cracked up and started kiddin' around
she grinned at me and confided in me that
she doesn't talk to the other neighbors
i laughed, leaned towards her and said
'that's cause we're doin' the girl talk.'
sometimes when i visit her and we carry
on like that, i feel like we're both in
i find that a little tiny miracle.
she's 83. i'm 48. the age span disappears
and we giggle and goof and share.
and we're both kids again.
that right there....what i just experienced....
that is the stuff of life that i think is
she puts a lot of magic in my life.