Poppa Can You Hear Me?
The short answer to that question is, NO! Dad is partially deaf and outside of reading my lips, he can’t hear a jet plane engine through an amplifier. This week was an odd one. I enjoyed every minute with my parents and realized that they’re aging and I am fast becoming the adult in this adult/child interaction. Last night I got home from my Salsa lesson and rushed to take a shower just to snuggle between my parents in bed and watch TV. I was five again. As I lay my head on my dad’s calves and had my legs over my mom, I felt so warm and loved. I am so grateful that I still have my parents around – neurotic as they may appear at times. This morning, after getting all of three hours of sleep, I rushed upstairs to my sister’s apartment to bid my parents farewell. I hugged my mom so tight she wailed and then laughed; we both had tears in our eyes. They aren’t the flawless storybook parents some folks allege to have, but they’re mine. As dad came back from putting a suitcase in the car, he bear-hugged me and I said, “I love you daddy.” He wasn’t looking at my face, but responded, “I love you too pa.” Guess he was listening with his heart.
Thursday’s Multiple Choice
We’ve discussed the issue of my celibacy and quite honestly, I’m ready for some intimate interaction. I don’t know that this means I want full-out sex, but certainly some intimacy that involves more than just hugging family and close friends. So, I decided that I would be proactive, since being reactive has left me getting choosy at the end and declining all recent offers. I returned the calls of Big Red and MakeItUrOme and told them it would be great to see them this week. Problem is they both suggested Thursday for plans. Well, to keep it real MakeItUrOme said anytime is good for him, but if we would be doing dinner and a movie, he’d like to wait until Thursday when he gets off work earlier. So, I’m weighing my options. With Big Red, it’s a sure-fire fornication marathon, while MakeItUrOme and I are just getting to know each other and will probably play a bit more cautiously. Hmm… let’s hope I don’t play it like a true Rican man and try to opt for choice C – all of the above.
Salsa 101 – Part 2
Last night was our second in a series of February Salsa lessons. We managed to gain another male student, which brings our new class to eight women and 4 men. Special thanks to Pumpkin and Freakin’ for helping me appear more graceful than the two-left-feet doofus I’ve become in my latter years.
While watching my parents this week, it became apparent that time flies and we don’t necessarily feel those years zooming by. I asked mom if she ever feels like she’s 30 at heart or feels betrayed by the person staring back from the mirror. She said that she is amazed that her babies are all well into their 30s and 40s and that she can still think back to key instances in her earlier years.
Do you look back at any period in your life with amazement at the amount of time that has transpired? What period of your life stands out with the fondest memories?
Keep passin’ the open windows…