REMEMBER in SEPTEMBER a full cup

In songs, September has always been linked to remember, not just because it rhymes, but because there is something about the promise of fall and the beginning of a new school term that prompts memory and romanticism. Contrary to the proverbial bucket-list of things one might want to do, see or accomplish before they die, I purpose a cup list (as in my cup runneth over) of precious moments one has been given.

My Personal, ever-expanding Cup List –(In no particular order)

I’m so much richer because I……

Watched the sun come out of the ocean on an island in the Abacos, and watched it sink back under the waves.

Mastered a bike, drove a car, pushed a stroller.

Kissed a boy, caught a Marlin, won a raffle.

Wore saddle Oxford’s, converse tennis shoes, high heels and flip-flops.

Survived parents, siblings, high school and heartache.

Rode a ferris wheel at night in Paris, and at the State Fair in Virginia.

Watched a bird build a nest, feed her young. Planted a garden, pulled weeds.

Lost my way, my tonsils, my appendix and a ring I got for Christmas.

Found a gold watch, a four-leaf clover and some good friends.

Was captured by the love of Jesus

Skipped out of a formal function to go to a movie, ran away from home (for less than a day)

Danced barefoot, saw a falling star, had a poem written for me.

Swung a tennis racket, made a foul shot, ran a 5k, sang in a choir.

Zipped-lined in the rain forest, jumped out of plane in Ga, gambled in Vegas.

Beheld the Pietà, David, the Mona Lisa, the Sistine Chapel.

Heard my grandchild call my name, listened to his earnest prayers.

Walked where Mother Teresa walked, viewed Gandhi’s tomb, saw a double rainbow.

Sang at the top of my lungs in the car with my kids.

Witnessed love and hope in the House of the Dying.

Bartered at a market in Kathmandu, published an app.

Wore a white gown, walked with my Dad down the aisle, said, “I do”.

Conquered gravy and pie-crust (not biscuits).

Sang along (quietly in my seat) with James Taylor, BB King, Loretta Lynn, Elvis Presley, Bruce Hornsby, Anita Baker, Bette Midler, Liza Minnelli, Allison Krauss, Deja Bluegrass Band and Keb Mo.

Sipped wine in a vineyard in Napa Valley, drank tea in South Africa.

Rode a convertible up the Pacific Coast Highway and down route 5.

Watched 42nd Street on broadway, Les Miserable in London, and 101 Dalmatians in Atlanta (staring my grand kids).

Looked into the eyes of a lion, held a baby Cheetah in my arms.

Dined in a garden with a Cardinal in Rome and in the home of a “sweet little brown-eyed preacher” whom I love.

Celebrated 17 of May in Norway and my mom’s 88th birthday.

Attended the US Open, The World Series, The Olympics, NASCAR, and my grand daughter’s soccer match.

Wept at the sound of a violin (more than once).

Remember my grandfather’s love and my grandmother’s cooking.

Nursed three children, watched them grow, shared their pain, celebrated their triumphs.

Got just what I wanted for Christmas.

Fell down and got up (many times).

Really, really, loved a man.

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A related great read on bucket lists from Debby 

What’s on your cup list?  I’d love to know.  Why not Leave a reply?

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In Love, Broke and Bruce Hornsby

The song, keenly appropriate for two love struck kids with two college loans, one maxed out credit card and one minimum wage job between them. The chorus, “Even though we aint got money, I’m so in love with you honey.” The band, a local group of high school friends from my home town.  The boy on the keyboard in the background, a future rock star.

Ask anyone from Williamsburg, Virginia who the local celebrity is and you will certainly hear, Bruce Hornsby. He is one of a gaggle of Hornsby guys who play at life and play with music and draw in friends who play with them. Bruce has taken the fruit of his legacy, and has made recordings, won a Grammy and performed around the world with every who’s who artist in the business.

On November 10th, Pepper and I celebrate our anniversary and admittedly, I post this picture as evidence to all the folks who may have doubted my claim to have had Bruce Hornsby perform at our wedding, but I’d also like to add him to my play-grand for a loftier purpose and that is to give you a mini-glimpse of his personality.

I have lost contact with many of my old friends since leaving Williamsburg but Bruce made an effort to stay in touch. He came to our home in Milwaukee for a visit while on tour and graciously made wonderful music with our daughter on a badly tuned piano. I am told that he often called on transplanted Williamsburg folks around the country, especially in his early years on the road. I saw him a while back in an airport and he introduced me to his wife and sons with the charm and ease of an old friend and he came by my mom’s house after my Dad’s funeral bringing some much-needed levity by showing us all his signed Jerry Garcia tie.

I am sure that Bruce’s days are filled with family outings, social events, numerous requests and all the glamorous and not so glamorous things that famous people do, which make the few times I’ve seen him over the years even more impressive. It seems to me that notoriety hasn’t changed him all that much. Perhaps the values of a close family, the influence and love of friends and the perspective from being raised and embraced by small caring town help him keep his head on straight, his feet on the ground and his music in the air.

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