Hello everyone, everywhere,
Well there’s no doubt about it, winter’s here. I’m still trying to watch football and they’re playing hockey.
Now I guess everyone’s looking forward to the holidays. I’m thinking about some of the people I know who are alone, and at this time of year I focus on those people. They’re easy to spot. They’re the ones with deadpan eyes and the ‘I’ll catch up to you later in life’ kind of smile. Sometimes when you’ve been alone for so long you forget how to talk to people, so when you do, you don’t come off exactly as you planned. All I’m saying is, if you see someone who is lonely or you know someone who is lonely, try not to leave them alone. That’s all.
And now it’s time to close our eyes and out thoughts and…rest. Until we meet again at Spanky Joe Turnball’s Fine Dining and Pool Hall Emporium on the corner of Fleck Street and Going Down Avenue.
Tuesday night finds Myrtle West sitting in her cozy little house.
Now Myrtle is excited. For today Myrtle is expecting a package from her sister Monica who lives across the country from her.
You can feel the season of joy and holidays. Myrtle turns to the mirror on the wall, and as she catches her reflection, (I’m not sure if it was the ambers from the fireplace, or the candles), if only for a moment, she was young and beautiful.
Since she lost her husband Mervin (that’s Merv!), the days and nights sometimes just all seem to…what..run together? Comfort? Not sure any more. Fifty nine years is a long time to love. Though love they did.
Anyway, every Christmas Myrtle and her sister Monica send each other a gift. The gift is never revealed.
A knock at the door. Oh, my special gift is here, Myrtle thinks to herself. As she opens the door, Myrtle almost faints. There stands her sister Monica and Monica’s husband Dick.
Myrtle grabs her sister and they laugh and weep.
Myrtle says to Monica, “My dear dear sister. How? Why? You know, you’re here! I was expecting a package like we have done for so long.”
Monica, with tears coming down, looks at Myrtle and says, “This year I am the package. No one should be alone. So smile, Myrtle West. Your gift is here.”
(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)