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(Edit 4/20/24: I accidentally moved this to drafts and had to move it back to published. It’s not a new piece. If it’s new to you, that’s great. Thanks for reading.)
This is my response to beginningatlast9.com No Theme Thursday Challenge 3/7/24
Thanks again for the art inspiration, Kevin!
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Was it really 30 years ago
When we met on this bench?
We talked of squirrels
And raspberry berets
(the kind you’d find in a secondhand store)
Her smile lit up the sky
As the eclipse overtook the sun
I couldn’t believe my eyes
I couldn’t look away
From her
(Not the eclipse)
I would give anything
To go back to September 27, 2033
Before everything went—
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“Went what, Ethan?” she asked. I looked up with a crooked smile. “Are you writing out loud again?” She was standing there glowing, the sun all around her head, her expression open and teasing. She was the solar eclipse, she always has been, since September 27, 2033.
“Hey, Kiddo,” I said.
Like this? Read September 27, 2033 to see how it started.
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“I will try to take another step forward in Madrid, then in Rome, and, if in a tournament it is worth going out there to give everything and die for it, then it is Paris.”
Rafael Nadal on preparing to play Roland Garros (“The French Open”) after his second round loss at Barcelona
When I read these words, I had that feeling you feel when you read someone who can write well. My head turned to the side, my left eye squinted, and I read it again. Shivers.
Even to someone who doesn’t know anything about tennis, or what this tournament means to this man, by reading these words, you can perhaps understand a little. Think of what you would give up for one last chance at something that has defined your life for many years, something that you have always been successful at and have been above and beyond the competition. You don’t have to be a professional sports player to get this analogy, you could apply any industry or undertaking. Anything in what you have invested your soul and your body which is now breaking down, counts.
I’ve never touched red clay. I’ve never felt it under my feet. I have seen green clay and tried to walk on it with regular sneakers. I almost fell. The surface is terribly slick. There’s a reason why they wear spiked sneakers. Playing tennis on the clay – it’s not simply tennis, it’s ballet and gymnastics, too. It’s a feat of elegant endurance. It’s magical.
Rafa is the King of Clay and will always be the King of Clay. Roland Garros will always be Rafa’s home.
My wish for Rafa is that he is able to walk out onto center court – Philippe Chatrier – to the sounds of cheers from tennis fans, and fight to the end, no matter the result. I can’t say it any better, any more eloquent, precise nor perfect than he.
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This job, you guys…It seems like the clock has been moving backwards and adding more time to each day. Now that we have reached Friday, my week has been 365 days of hell.
I’m really pulling for Saturday to get here early – or is that on time? Whatever. Just hurry up already, Saturday.

There are two.
The first one was when my mom and I were going out to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant for some holiday, and as we were entering, an extremely good looking guy with either his mother or his grandmother were walking out at the same time. He was tall, had dark hair, looked like a model. He looked at me and I looked at him and he smiled. Well, I almost fell down. But I kept looking at him, and he kept looking at me. I was about 16, and I think he was a little bit older than that, but something was palpable. My mom started giggling and telling me, “That guy is really cute, and he’s looking at you, Ame!”
I think I started to blush, and I giggled as we continued to walk into the restaurant. I never forgot that encounter.
The second time was about 10 years ago. It was around Christmastime, and Mom and I were at a local department store that was packed due to the holiday. We were in the jewelry area, and out of this mass of people, I see a really cute guy with a younger girl, possibly his niece. It’s not abnormal for me to notice cute guys, because that’s my thing, but this was different. At the very same moment that I looked at him, he looked at me. The unfortunate part of this is that he was leaving and seemed to be in a rush with the gifts that he had in his arms. The strange part is that he turned around to keep looking at me as if he wanted to speak. I wanted to talk to him, although I didn’t know him at all. We maintained eye contact until neither of us could see each other – I was still in the store and he was in the parking lot. I really wanted to go catch up to them, but I couldn’t make my feet move. I wondered how idiotic would it sound to go up to some guy that I don’t know and say, “Hi, I feel like we’re having a serendipitous moment here, and even though you’re rushing to get wherever you need to go with your niece, we should chat.” I couldn’t do that, but I knew by not doing that that I would never see this person again, though I did check for him in the parking lot, even though I knew he was long gone. And for a while, I would check for him in that same department store every time I went. Anyway, I think I told my mom about it or she witnessed it. And she told me that similar things had happened to her over the course of her life. She believed when we would see people like that, they are angels put into our path for a particular reason. The reason is not always known.
I think the universe knows to send angels to me that look like cute guys.
That decision really made me grow (as a person).

This should be self-explanatory.

So I started a new job today, everyone. And that’s not the tornado that I’m referencing, although it is also a tornado. An actual tornado came through my neighborhood.
You might see less of me this week and in the coming weeks because of my new job. Never fear, I will return when I have more time. I appreciate everyone and I hope to be back to more active reading and posting very soon.
Oh, my neighborhood suffered some damage, but my house is OK. 🙏

It’s true. Today is her birthday and she’s 16. She already wants to go to the mall and hang out. And her boyfriend keeps coming around to the window at night. I know he does. I asked his mother. His name is Stinky, and he’s also a brown tabby. He’s blind in one eye, but that doesn’t stop him from crossing the street and trying to date my daughter.

Susie has already started asking for the car keys now that she has a permit. I don’t want her to drive Victoria, because she doesn’t need to go back to the bodyshop. Susie can’t reach the pedals and she doesn’t have opposable thumbs to steer with. Then there’s the “novice driver” fluorescent green sticker that you have to put on your bumper when your teen starts to drive your car. Sigh.

She’s already wearing cat eye eyeliner and excessive amounts of necklaces and bracelets. Seriously, I can’t get her to stop wearing them. And she’s always rubbing my phone, trying to take it. She thinks it’s hers. She thinks I don’t know that she’s had her eye on it.
She stays up all night and sleeps all day, and she’s just turning 16. Do you know how much worse it’s gonna get? I can’t even imagine.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t been present for her birth. She still plays and eats well, her teeth are in good shape because I’ve only ever given her dry food. She seems content, happy. Her kidneys are failing a bit as most cats‘ kidneys do, due to their very high protein diet, otherwise she’s the same Suze.
(In human years, Susie is 80 years old today.)
Happy birthday, Susie.
Edit: this post was scheduled, but this morning on Susie‘s actual birthday, I heard her beating on the windows downstairs in the basement right before dawn. There must’ve been another cat outside. Luckily she can’t get out and doesn’t go out, because she would be a neighborhood menace. She guards this house like she pays rent. It’s good to see her still scrappy, but not great when she sets off the house alarm and pulls down the curtains. 😼


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