Step 10-Moving On

Moving along, Carly entered the wilds of becoming a real writer, both good and often bad as daughter Julie Beth is pregnant, two months to go, as she finishes the last of college and Mike called to say Carly, almost superb mother in law, better hurry to care for Julie Beth. “What’ll I do since they live in Madison and it’s a long way to drive and she wrung her hands and cried, “My Daughter.” and thought: Great show of strength and here she was, a tower of Jello. The Andersons came through because it just so happened they owned a private plane; their driver offered to take Carly to the airport where their plane would be waiting. Granny-hood here I come, Carly thought. The plane sliced through layers of billowing clouds and Carly glanced for her husband because at such a time, he should be waiting for the birth of their first grandchild. How I missed the warmth of his hands on me; the curl of our bodies together, the way he’d press his heat between my legs and wait for me to accept his love.

The two of us, Mr.and Mrs, in a hotel room; the very words had conjured sex, passion, and naked bodies since the day we met two years ago when our auras merged into a rainbow. All of a sudden, Carly felt shy, “Now What? and he said, “I better take off my top hat.” All of a sudden, she said,” This is kind of like strip poker, isn’t it, honey?” And they both laugh as he yanks off the rest of his clothes and it isn’t so funny anymore.

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Step 9-Moving On

And so, a possible small town paper might be a job for me, thought Carly or maybe not and best friend Jana claimed her writing sold itself, the proof was in the pudding, what ever that meant. Days later, when Carly had given up hope of hearing from Jana, she called, sending Carly into a tailspin when she said, “They like your work and want to meet you tomorrow at 10 a.m. “Wait, don’t hang up, why do they want to meet me? and uh, what do I wear, say, do? Carly whined like a champion whiner as she said, “Jana, I’ve never had a job outside the slavery performed in my home and then she cried big tears and felt like a fool. Okay, she thought, and began to write: Moving On, Column 1 What happens when you are mid-fifties with no safety net waiting after your loved one dies? Learning by trial and error, I found some solutions and decided to keep a journal about stumbling through the minefield of Moving On. I hope my experiences will provide a map for both men and women whose feet seem to be planted in mid-air. See you next week, reader o’mine I welcome a word or two from you.

Carly thought she’d go in with confidence the next day, first column written, dressed great by Jana, Q&A’d like she was studying for SAT’s. . .so why does she feel like a tower of Jello?

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Step 8-Moving On

Carly’s friends decided to read pages from writing’s Carly wrote after her husband died and after reading, Jana said, “Listen to this. “My pastel life turned to inky blackness after he died. Wandering through our_my home, a memory in every corner, the rest of life loomed ahead like a mystery to be solved. I didn’t want to go on without him. My footsteps faltered when I reached his home office; automatically my fingers curled into a fist ready to knock on the carved oak door he loved. Entering, I inhaled his lingering scent in paneled walls, carpet, upholstered furniture and I asked the stillness that remained of him, “How can I live without you?” and I swear he answered, “One foot in front of the other, for starters.” Jana cleared her throat and said, “Carly, you’ve got something to be shared and I have an idea since clients of mine, Brent and Grace Anderson own The Fairview Weekly News and I’d like to show them a few of your stories, maybe toward writing a column so how would you feel about an opportunity to write for our local paper? Heat came in to Carly’s cheeks and she said, “Uh, I don’t know, uh me writing for a paper for all the town to see?”

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Step seven_Moving On

Two months after the wedding, my friends, curious to find out what I was up to lately, scheduled another pot luck dinner and as I watched with amusement, even the dogs hovered and sniffed, tongues salivating from aromas in the air. “Yes,” I said, “I still check off the days, months, now two years ABD and no, I’m not pining away.”

“So what have you been doing, Carly? still dating the same nice man we met at the wedding, ” Myrna said. I almost choked on an olive, chewed and swallowed, drank water and said, “Oh, you mean Sean, the nice unfaithful man who dated other women while seeing me? Uh NO more Sean and dear pals, I’ve decided not to run around anymore; to find something better to do with my time. Jana said, “And what are you going to do with your precious time?” I reached under the table for a bulging notebook, opened it, “I’m writing about my odd, sad adventures in widowhood.” Cindy said,”and what about the children’s book you wrote when your kids were growing up, “Baby Has Ears,” I learned more about raising kids from those books than any of the scientific books women read now.” “Hmm, my mindset is what I’m experiencing now.”

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Repeating last week’s

In the weeks prior to the wedding, daughter Julie and I had many tearful moments like “Who will walk me down the aisle, Mom, like Jack, Jimmy, Gavin? Since I can’t just let anyone give me away.” Holding her close, I said, “Julie, they didn’t give birth to you, I did so I’ll walk with you, lift your veil, give you to Michael and you know what? “What?” she said and looked just like herself at two years old asking “What Mommy?” “Honey, your Dad will be with us all the way.” The wedding day was one of those perfect ten days the weatherman loved to sing praises about with Julie and Michael as they chose to have the ceremony and dinner at home with family and friends in attendance; a crowd almost equaled the population of the town of Fairview. A light breeze caught Julie’s white lace dress and pressed it against her shape when she said, “I Do.” It was not my imagination when I saw the swell of her tummy and extra fullness in the bodice . My darling daughter had said more than yes to Michael’s proposal. I whispered to my long lost husband, “Are you watching, my love?” A feather kiss brushed my lips.

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Step 6-Moving on

In the weeks prior to the wedding, daughter Julie and I had many tearful moments like “Who will walk me down the aisle, Mom, like Jack, Jimmy, Gavin? Since I can’t just let anyone give me away.” Holding her close, I said, “Julie, they didn’t give birth to you, I did so I’ll walk with you, lift your veil, give you to Michael and you know what? “What?” she said and looked just like herself at two years old asking “What Mommy?” “Honey, your Dad will be with us all the way.” The wedding day was one of those perfect ten days the weatherman loved to sing praises about with Julie and Michael as they chose to have the ceremony and dinner at home with family and friends in attendance; a crowd almost equaled the population of the town of Fairview. A light breeze caught Julie’s white lace dress and pressed it against her shape when she said, “I Do.” It was not my imagination when I saw the swell of her tummy and extra fullness in the bodice . My darling daughter had said more than yes to Michael’s proposal. I whispered to my long lost husband, “Are you watching, my love?” A feather kiss brushed my lips.

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Step 5-Moving On

Hi, my friends. Last week I rushed the scene where Bill took Carly to a Log Cabin instead of going to his sister’s party where they were supposed to sleep there. Hmm. Forgive this writer and let’s move on.

Carly went out for dinner with Bill week after week and as she spent so much time with him dining and dancing, she became comfortable with his pleasant way. Eight weeks of company with Bill before he invited her to his sister’s big party where all the guests slept over. She got the shivers and came up with an idea; how about going to a Log Cabin overnight and he agreed. And the quiet Bill proceeded to show her another side of him, solid confidence and a whole bag of tricks. He brought a Boom Box and Frank Sinatra sang love songs while they sipped wine and nibbled cheese and as he unbuttoned first her shirt along with her undies, it was obvious they were there for reasons other than to visit his sister. After an incredible night, the next morning while Bill slept, she tip-toed to the bathroom where the scent of Old Spice and a warm breath across her neck; Larry. She had just made love rather uh sex with another man and her Larry was with her. She wondered if it would always be like this or will their dependence on each other fade? http://www.com/wewriwa://.com/