Wednesday, August 5, 2020

MOM & FRANKEE DISAGREE

Frankee , your husband finished the job he came here to do . Lets headback  home...

I havenotes, Mom I need togive the exta dancers and the show's star.

Let your husband tell Mr. Chuckty jack Frankee. 

Mom, the cast needs rehearsal before the show tonight--

Frankee, you're over-doing it. Just  tell Mark what needs to be worked on and Mark can schedule a cast rehearsal in the morning! Frankee, it's not just the extra dancers--the star needs to relax his arms before each and every cartwheel.  Dear child, you told Mr. Jack this morning. And I heard you tell him yesterday.

He's got stiff arms, Mom! I know how to get dancers to fix things-- hey have to practice do the routine  three or four times to be able to do it consistently. 

Why not drill himtonight before the show? Mr. Jack will he here in less than an hour.

Mom, please don't tryto help me and give me notes..  

Dear dear daughter--I don't know why you just don't meet Mr  Jackat brekafast?

Because that's not the way to handle a star.  You demonstrate--you give him the note--you give the note  three or four times and that's it! You're done! 

GRABBING THE DAY

 GO FOR IT.  BE SURPRISED, BEWILDERED, SHOCKED,  OR AMUSED  BY WHAT'S AHEAD, LOOKING BEYOND WHOMEVER IS WAITING IN LINE, STANDING ON TIPPY TIP-TOES AS  YOU STRETCH LONG, REACH HIGH OR PALM THE FLOOR, SMILING YOUR MOST CONFIDENT SMILE,  WHILE EATING A CHOCOLATE BAR OR TWO. 


CONCENTRATE     
 
                       SNAG 

DON'T  JUST  HANG AROUND   

Be your REALLY TRULY REAL  GRABBER SELF









 
FEARLESSNESS








Monday, August 3, 2020

SAYING GOODNIGHT TO PEOPLE I LOVE

Who? 

WELL OF COURSE JOHN CULLUM. 

If I count how many years we've been together it tells a private tale of when and how we got together --revealing enough about how old we are, so that I need to behave like a sensible, contented older woman, but ....but I shared the whole day with you--you brew the coffee and make sure there's extra packets of sweetner cause you know I want it extra sweet but won't use sugar ever since my dancing days when I watched my weight scrupulously. Did most things scrupulously. Yes, everything that's sweet is made sweeter with artifical sweetner and you always make sure it's on the table ----the sugar packets--cause I Iike  it sweet, and I shared this day with you--the steak you cooked for my supper that YOU didnt really want to eat, but ate smothered with kethup. Anyway, you know me so well I don't bother to pretend to be sensible, and can don my silliness or kiss your hands when you figure it's time for me to have an "activia" strawberry yogurt.  Yes, you watchover me; I decided to pull togther the book I am writing on line with the help of WHO--well  of course it's Shareen. Brilliant, creative sister daughter dearest truly best friend who married and divorced our son JD who lives way way out west and puts photos of sunsets on his facebook posts--she loves him, I love him and who and what he really is now a days, well I can only sort of imagine. Not ask 'tho I think he is inside and outside a idea man, a deeply philosophical man-man. So therefore, also  ignoring typos I want to say goodnight to Jd  and Shareen  and John my husband and say grab tomorrow -- with all the confusing woeful things that are heating up--covid, Trump, open or don't open schools  etcetera -- you don't need a list---just grab tomorrow and live. I am with you and love you hugely. 


Sunday, July 26, 2020

ME AND JOHN

I think about this special guy (John Cullum every day--if there was/ is/ a watchful, listening LORD above us, I bet he would approve. Since I am thinking and writing about THE REAL ME, you are getting the story about me --"The Real Me,'" ---and also getting the story of Frankee Ryder, a passionately committed girl/woman who very early in her life, always ALWAYSwrote on the bathroom mirror. 

Frankee didn't budge till the letters on the mirror melted and ran together-- I WILL DANCE TILL I DIE--  I W D T I D  ...


(Wish there were a way I could ramble on in upper and lower case with what I'm typing and NOT use caps: Our son JD (John David Cullum) says when you write in caps, you are shouting. Although I am not shouting, right now I am sharing a few moments when I feel this is really me.)  

If right now I am REALLY ME, declaring it like JD said, what can you grab onto from this "shout?" 

You are possibly rabbing it, understanding what I'm saying loudly right now
        (Please, read this with dramatic energy)

  I wanted to be a great dancer more than anything in the world and I did it!