We haven’t been to a movie in at least a year, and used to go to one every weekend. That was our first date, Hearts In Atlantis, followed by a Mexican meal and a lifetime of laughing and holding hands and standing on a beach by the Pacific Ocean with him standing behind me and placing his chin on my head. I was the perfect chin-rest and that’s what I tell people when they ask why he married me.
Of late we have Netflix and now, Amazon Prime. We’ve been checking out the amazing Holly Hunter and Laura San Giacomo et al in Saving Grace.
Holly Hunter’s Grace Hanadarko has a troubled past and an angel has come to help. She also has her best friend, played by San Giacomo, plus loads of other folks and issues I won’t get into.
It got me to thinking, do I have angels? Not real angels, human beings who are always there for me. Most women are here for everyone else, not themselves. Forget the rich NY and LA women who spend all day between botox and tanning and getting their hair and nails done.
Real women may have a husband or boyfriend who treats them like a queen and I do. Queen, no. Partner, yes.
But do I have angels? Dead or alive, people who comfort me when I’m down and get me through the rough times? I think, yes. It would be great if one was Eleanor Roosevelt or Abraham Lincoln but think not.
I’m thinking of a few angels. People who’ve stayed with me for years no matter what happens to either of us.
Today I talked to the daughter of a woman I admired for years and who’s 30 year-old photo came to light and I had it matted and framed. It’s a photo of the creek where I grew up and learned a lot. Why did I have to call her daughter? There are forces at work that we don’t realize and I told her when I find out why I have this photo and why it means so much to me, I’ll send it or will it to your children.
These days, everything is muddled. Something always tells me whether to stay or go, what to do with my life. Are we coming or going, life or death? I don’t know. Perhaps one of my human angels can guide the way.
Now I try to volunteer and am turned away before they know anything about me because my cell phone’s area code is from another city. I know, they still may be working on a 386 PC. I’m working off a six year-old MacBook with more memory. Plus other features but if I told you…
Do I have an angel? Always. Has it been seen or envisioned? No. Not yet and perhaps never but I found my husband and our sweet dog and sometimes everything clicks and life is good.
Some folks call it womens’ intuition. Some call it fate. Perhaps my husband is my angel. When those tumblers fall into place it is destiny. Do I have an angel? You bet. Dee
Cooking with Dee 