yes, i am, and don't call me shirley!
today is 31 march, shirley jones' birthday. you may know her better as shirley partridge, the painted-bus-driving-velvet-pantsuit-kvetching mother of partridge family fame. ahhh, a simpler time ... david cassidy at the kissing booth, laurie's braces picking up npr, reuben kincaid and the sandwich that is named after him (j.k.) ... childhood, youth, vim, and vigor!
alas, now we sit with reading glasses perched on the rim of our noses, in bed at an untimely 9:30 pm whilst children watch hockey games, re-read a series of unfortunate events, and arrange sleeping arrangements in camp cabins with friends online. cancer is loosening it's grip and jane and i are back to quibbling about which continent to visit on our next journey, and whether we should err on the side of history, or pure hedonism. can't we do both?
one year ago, we find ourselves frantically thinking about preparing for marlee's upcoming bat mitzvah - which follows on the heels of jared's bar mitzvah one year earlier (which is preceded by a journey through the indian sub-continent and followed by a visit to amsterdam, a dream sequence in marrakech, and macarons in paris). thinking about being the operative words, and vowing that 'when it's all over' we will take it easy, not make plans, just go with the flow. then rwanda pops up, paris (again) too, and finally breast cancer rears it's ugly head. so much for taking it easy.
so now it is our time. to really put our noses to the grindstone, work, do the daily thing, and not focus on what's coming down the pike. put college (rightly) out of our heads. and just move forward, one step at a time.
so, happy birthday shirley! blow out the candles, and enjoy the moment!!! we think we love you!
today is 31 march, shirley jones' birthday. you may know her better as shirley partridge, the painted-bus-driving-velvet-pantsuit-kvetching mother of partridge family fame. ahhh, a simpler time ... david cassidy at the kissing booth, laurie's braces picking up npr, reuben kincaid and the sandwich that is named after him (j.k.) ... childhood, youth, vim, and vigor!
alas, now we sit with reading glasses perched on the rim of our noses, in bed at an untimely 9:30 pm whilst children watch hockey games, re-read a series of unfortunate events, and arrange sleeping arrangements in camp cabins with friends online. cancer is loosening it's grip and jane and i are back to quibbling about which continent to visit on our next journey, and whether we should err on the side of history, or pure hedonism. can't we do both?
one year ago, we find ourselves frantically thinking about preparing for marlee's upcoming bat mitzvah - which follows on the heels of jared's bar mitzvah one year earlier (which is preceded by a journey through the indian sub-continent and followed by a visit to amsterdam, a dream sequence in marrakech, and macarons in paris). thinking about being the operative words, and vowing that 'when it's all over' we will take it easy, not make plans, just go with the flow. then rwanda pops up, paris (again) too, and finally breast cancer rears it's ugly head. so much for taking it easy.
so now it is our time. to really put our noses to the grindstone, work, do the daily thing, and not focus on what's coming down the pike. put college (rightly) out of our heads. and just move forward, one step at a time.
so, happy birthday shirley! blow out the candles, and enjoy the moment!!! we think we love you!
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