This is NOT Over

Here is a life in desperate need of a rimshot

June 16, 2012

Friday June 15 – Saturday June 16 1990 Our Dance Among the Blue Hairs

Megs came and picked me up around lunchtime. We ate, drank coffee and hung out at the Junction before heading back to Joliet. Her mom is still in Europe and we enjoyed having the house to ourselves for another weekend. Stayed in, watched tv and watched Megs get very sleepy on Friday night.

I actually talked to Mrs. Zupec on Saturday morning. Megs was still out of it and I couldn’t get her to the phone. I may or may not have mentioned before that nothing shocks Mrs. Zupec, but believe me, me being here early on a Saturday means less than nothing to her. I think even she has some idea what’s going on with her kid and is probably glad someone is here with her.

We had a nice conversation. She’s in Postojna and is visiting all the relatives over there. She mentioned that she’s run into some Posegas over there as well. That’s not surprising to me. I always think you can’t swing a stick in certain parts of Slovenia and not hit a drunken Posega.

Just as long as no one comes over here and hits me with a stick, I’m cool with that.

Saturday evening Megs and I went to see some live big band music at Bicentennial Park. I’m sure we were the youngest people on the dance floor by thirty years. The band played “Always” and we danced among the blue hairs.

Not for just an hour

Not for just a day

Not for just a year

But always

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