If you haven’t read my pondering words before, you’ve been missin’ a great deal of wisdom.
I’ve been a little under the weather. Don’t get your panties in a knot. I’m not skipping out on this life just yet. I just needed a little rest.
A bunch of my fellow nursing home friends have gone to that special place in the sky. It’s a little different when you’re on a farm. News about things like that are heard at church. You know, the minister announces so-and-so has left us to be with his/ her maker. Here at my beautiful assisted living home, we hear about it more often than we’d like.
Just yesterday, I heard about my fellow resident, George Grapple, passing on due to Parkinson’s Disease. A nervous system disorder marked by tremors, muscular rigidity, and slow, imprecise movement. It robs your body of its stability. His illness was made a lot worse because he had Alzheimers too. Why – I remember when he lost his way back to his place from the dining room one evening. He was found lying in Lorna Mae’s bed. She just about wet her pants when she saw him there. Good golly, you’d da thought he could have done something. Lordy, God rest his soul. Poor darhlin’ …!!!!
But, I’ve got some other things on my mind. Like, Valentine’s Day. It was last Sunday.
Fred was a hopelessly-in-love kinda man. He was a bit rough around the edges. He wasn’t a candles or wine kinda guy. No, he was a farmer with farmer ways. He knew how to let me know he was thinking about me even when it wasn’t an assigned day.
Nope, it wasn’t just a one-day-a-year sorta thing for him.
He brought me wildflowers all the time. The kind that aren’t all the same size or shade of color like the store bought ones. The pretty ribbons he bought me at the general store were perfect for my hair when we went to Sunday sermon. A basket of fresh vegetables and fruits were a tasty unexpected treat when he came home at the end of a long day. The fruit made the best homemade pies. Mmmm … I can smell the aroma of hot apples and cinnamon from the pies that came out of the oven.
Have you been speakin’ loving words everyday to your honey?
Have you been bringing her some wildflowers not the store bought kind?
How about the hot bath you can run for her after a long worn-out-of-her-skin day?
Have you been takin’ the kids for the day so she can sit-a-spell?
How about a homemade meal when she comes in the door after work?
It isn’t the cards or the chocolates you bring her that make for a loving kinda love.
Nope, it’s the thoughtful things that make a woman feel the tenderness that her man can bring.
Fred and I would sit out on the front porch and look up at the moon while we listened to the crickets playing their nightly song. People did a lot more talkin’ and I guess a lot more spooning.
I was readin’ the newspaper this morning with my cup of tea. The colorful funnies are real good for a laugh or two. But today, I discovered some lovemaking tips of seniors.
I hope you have a good laugh. I did.
Comeback and see what else I’m pondering …..
***** FICTION: Mabel is a ficticious character I’ve created. Any similarities to anyone living or otherwise is purely coincidental.
Lovemaking Tips for Seniors
1. Wear your glasses to make sure your partner is actually in the bed.
2. Set timer for 3 minutes, in case you doze off in the middle.
3. Set the mood with lighting. Turn them ALL OFF!
4. Make sure you put 911 on your speed dial before you begin.
5. Write the partner’s name on your hand in case you can’t remember…
6. Use extra poly grip so your teeth don’t end up under the bed.
7. Have Tylenol or whatever you use ready in case you actually complete the
8. Make all the noise you want… The neighbors are deaf, too.
9. If it works, call everyone you know with the good news … even if its
10. Don’t even think about trying it twice.