Not so fast. You didn’t think I could finish my story just like that, did you?
One of the worst parts of reading a good book (for me, at least) is reading the last page. I turn that last page to see if there’s something, anything, more I can read: inane discussion questions, self-promotional author interview, recipe for vegan gluten-free carrot cake without sugar.
Sometimes there’s an epilogue.
I have some loose ends that need
tightening tucking in screwing…oh, whatever the heck one does with loose ends.
Alex lives the life of an independent young man who will one day become President of some country deserving of his intelligence, compassion and
infuriating excellent debating skills—maybe Switzerland (which translates into “Best to stay neutral”). In the meantime, he continues to learn from the very best: Dr. Who (who, ironically, isn’t so neutral).
Scrappy’s head has gotten a little larger since his Internet fame, but maybe he just needs a hair cut. He’s looking suspiciously like Chewbacca.
Chuck and I are divorced. He filed for divorce after I petitioned the courts to have my name changed back to my maiden name. His original plan was to stay separated forever, live apart and have me available for the occasional dinner, like buddies. His plan didn’t have a contingency for my plan: wanting a life of my own. I didn’t contest the divorce. I hope he’s content and that he “found himself.” No one should have to wonder where they put themselves.
Phil lost a lot of weight once he voluntarily converted to a mostly vegan diet. He wants to stay as healthy and vital for as long as possible because he only has so many good years ahead of him. And he wants to spend all of them with me. Here’s what I love most about him: he loves me for who I am, not who I was or who I should or could be. I could go on about all the other things I love about him, but that would just embarrass him. He’s as humble as he his kind, generous, handsome, funny, wise, smart, calm, thoughtful, talented… (oops, I think I embarrassed him).
Me? I’m happy and feeling wonderful. The CFIDS, migraines, and dizziness are still my constant companions, but that’s my life. Everyone has something their bodies make them contend with. This is mine. It’s minor compared to what so many others face. Being a dizzy joyful blonde isn’t such a bad life. I must admit, though, when I compiled all my life’s events, I felt like the human equivalent of the Titanic, the Hindenburg, and Windows Vista rolled into one. So many calamities in one lifetime. Yet each one taught me important lessons about who I am (and who I’m not) and about how to navigate the next bump in the road—and I know some more “next ones” are waiting for me.
I wrote this a while ago about my Middle Child angst:
When I was eight, I found a book of names and their meanings. Tina’s proper name is Christina. It means “Christ-like or anointed one.” And she was born on Good Friday! “Friday’s child is loving and giving.” I took great stock in old-time poetry that made predictions about the future and people’s character without knowing a thing about them. Tina was destined for a sanctified and charmed life.
Lisa, a variation of Elizabeth, means “consecrated to God.” She was born on a Monday and a national holiday. “Monday’s child is fair of face.” She was fated to be beautiful and sacred.
Superstitious by nature and for theatrical effect, I believed The Hand of God guided us into the world. We were Catholic. Both my sisters arrived on vacation days. They could be honored good and proper because they were sent to Earth for some Divine Purpose and maybe to become movie stars.
What plans did God have for me? What did He whisper into my mother’s ear to make pick “Lorna?” I flipped to the “L’s” with great expectations. Lorna means “alone” and is the Old English word for “lost.” Lee is the Old English word for “meadow.” What?
I was born on a Thursday in mid-November. No holiday on my birthday. “Thursday’s child has far to go.”
That’s what I used to think. I still think my sisters were born on the “right” days and their names reflect their greatness. If I’m “lost,” it’s in my many thoughts about what to create next and how to make my world a better place. Sometimes you have to lose yourself to free yourself. This Thursday’s Child, does, indeed have “far to go.” I have so many lessons to learn, so much to accomplish in this lifetime. I’ve done a lot so far, but there’s much more to do. Having “far to go” is fine by me.