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A Free Spirit I’m Not

You’ve seen those pictures of beautiful blonds with flowing locks streaming behind them as they drive along the ocean in a convertible? They look so glamorous and like they’d be the life of any party. . .



I’ve never been a convertible kind of girl. I don’t have the hair for it. Nor have I ever been the carefree type. These undeniable truths came back to me the other day when we were driving to the doctor’s office.

My husband, who has a cough that frightens small children and dogs, decided we should take the 1965 Mercedes convertible to UCLA. Even though I had just spent a half hour trying to coax some volume into my hair, I got into the car without protest. It had been his dad’s car and he loves it.



How bad could it be?

Within six blocks I knew. First, since the seat belts are older than my kids, I couldn’t get mine to work. (Do you think the blonds with flowing hair care about seat belts? Nah!) There I was, without the protection of a roof, sitting next to a driver who doesn’t think following traffic rules is necessary. I started praying.

Then I felt the sun beating down on me. And I hadn’t put on sunscreen! I put my hand up, trying to block the rays. Which made it difficult to guard my hair.


“Isn’t this fun?” my husband asked between coughs.

“Really fun,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic.

On the way home, I figured out my seat belt, but the sun was even hotter. And the fumes from cars and motorcycles started me coughing.


“You don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself,” my husband said.

“Oh, no, it’s great!” I tried creating a smile to match my words. I didn’t want to be a killjoy.


Today my husband had a better companion in his convertible. He and our granddaughter took the Mercedes to the mall to buy her school shoes.



They came back all smiles! That’s what grandchildren are for: to make us happy!






A Nice Cozy Dinner


Here’s a new one. We were getting ready to sit down for dinner (no, I do cook so that’s not what’s new) when my husband started setting up the laptop. It’s a new laptop, which does whirlies and all kinds of things I am afraid to think about.

We had to get all new computers last month.Why? you ask. Because my husband bought the newest iPhones and had them hooked up at Verizon. Only problem—our computers were so old they were incompatible with the new phones. (Which sort of reminds me of our marriage in some ways.) That meant we couldn’t transfer data or sync our phones, let alone our lives. In any case, we now have state-of-the art computers if not state-of-the-art brains.

Getting back to dinner: my husband has always been good about being busy elsewhere when I’m about ready to dish up. I’ve tried all kinds of measures to prevent this, but I finally hit pay dirt when I gave up. I like to eat my food hot and fresh so if I announced that dinner was on the table and he didn’t come, I began to eat without him. It took a while, 40 years or so, but he often shows up on time, now.

So there he was, walking into the kitchen just as I was taking the salmon out of the oven.

“There’s this new thing on the computer, Cindy,” he said. “U Tube. You can look up people and find their music.”

“Really?” I said, trying to be kind. What I was thinking was, “REALLY? Welcome to the 21st century!”

I spooned the steamed broccoli onto the plate next to the salmon. We were on our way to Chicago the next day so who knew when we’d get a healthy meal for a while.

Next thing I know, we’re eating with Sammy Davis, Jr. First, he’s tap dancing on my counter top. Then Dean Martin croons through most of the meal until Sammy comes on with his African American Jewish shtick. I truly miss those guys, and Frank, too. But I’m on a diet and when I eat, it’s the food I want to concentrate on.

Now that my husband has found out about this newfangled invention called UTube, can Facebook be far behind? It goes to show that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks!