SoCS — To the Left

For this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill, we are asked, when we sit down to write our post, to look to our left. What is the thing closest to you? Write about the memories that thing induces.

Okay, first of all, it’s Friday night and I’m not sitting down. I’m lying down. In my bed. And on my left is my wife. She’s reading a book, while I’m tapping out this post on my iPhone. What memories does this “thing” on my left induce? Wow, since that “thing” on my left and I have been together for 45 years, there is a whole boatload of memories. Where to begin?

We were a fix-up, a “blind date.” The first time I saw her, she reminded me of an Indian princess — a Native American princess, that is. And I was immediately smitten. It took her a while to cotton to me though. But I was persistent and somehow I persuaded her to move in with me and then to marry me, which she did about two years after that blind date.

And now, as I look to my left and watch her reading her book, I am reminded how lucky I am to have been fixed up with her 45 years ago. I can’t imagine what my life would have been like had we never met.

I’m a very fortunate man.

Photo credit: Annie Spratt at Unsplash.

Sunday Writing Prompt — A Love Story

In recognition that today is Valentine’s Day, the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt asks us to write a story of love. So here we go, a true story of how I met my wife.

It was a fix-up. A blind date. My brother-in-law played tennis with her father and one day his his daughter showed up to watch them play. I got a call from my brother-in-law telling me all about her and he gave me her phone number.

I was reluctant to call her as I was not keen on blind dates, but I had recently broken up with a girl I’d been dating for about six months and I figured I was ready to dip my toe in the water again. So I decided to give it a go.

I spoke with the fix-up girl on the phone a couple of times and thought she sounded nice and seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. And, most important, she laughed at my jokes. So I arranged to pick her up at her apartment. It was one of those buildings where you’d go to the front desk and they’d call and let the person know that there was someone in the lobby to see them.

I was told to take a seat and that she would be coming to the lobby shortly. A few minutes later, the elevator doors opened, I looked up, and I saw a vision. She looked like an Indian princess — or, as we’d say in the politically correct 21st century, a Native American princess — and I was smitten.

It was truly love at first sight, at least on my part. That was in 1976 and we’ve been together ever since.


A79BF860-AB06-4869-A273-A01CC9EF3F5A“So how did it go?” Liz asked her housemate. “I figured it must have gone well, since you didn’t get back from your blind date until early this morning.”

“Well, the thing is, I never made it to my date,” Anita said. “I was about to enter the café when a guy on a bicycle came roaring along the sidewalk and hit a pedestrian.”

“Oh no!” Liz exclaimed. “Was the pedestrian hurt?”

“He was flat on his back and was bleeding from the back of his head, but he was conscious,” Anita said. “I asked him how he was feeling, and he looked up at me, smiled, and told me he was literally seeing stars.”

“Wow, he was a pretty good sport, all things considered,” Anita said. “So what happened to him?”

“It was really strange,” Liz said. “He started to ramble on about what sounded like nonsense. It scared me, so I called 9-1-1. The paramedics arrived a few minutes later and said that he likely had a concussion and they had to take him to the hospital. They asked me if I wanted to ride in the ambulance and I said that I did. I was worried about the poor guy.”

Liz got up and poured herself a cup of coffee. “They examined him in the ER and saw that he did have a concussion and they wanted to keep him under observation for the night. They put in an IV and got him situated,” Liz said. “I decided to stay with him for a while. He was no longer babbling nonsense and so we started talking. He was very grateful to me for staying with him, and he was so easy to talk with. And, by the way, he was very easy on the eyes.”

Anita gave Liz an knowing look. “And the rest of the story?”

“I stayed with him in the ER until they got him a bed in a room. They’re going to keep him there for at least another day. But before I left, I gave him my number and told him that I’d love, when he’s feeling up to it, to see him again. Funny, isn’t it, how the night turned out.”

“Kismet,” Anita said, winking at Liz.

Written for these daily prompts: Weekly Prompts (pedestrian), Word of the Day Challenge (feeling), The Daily Spur (sport), Ragtag Daily Prompt (stars), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (ramble), and Jibber Jabber (funny.)

Share Your World — Life Lessons and Raisinets

SYWIt’s Monday and you know what that means. It’s time once again for Melanie’s Share Your World prompt. Let us proceed.

What are the most important lesson(s) you’ve learned in life?

Don’t take myself — or anyone else — too seriously.

How did you meet your husband/wife or significant other? How did you know he/she was “the one”?

It was a fix-up (aka, blind date). I called her, but she wouldn’t go out with me until after we spent hours on the phone “getting to know” one another. I felt like I was undergoing an extended interview. Or maybe like a contestant on “The Voice,” because, sight unseen, she finally turned her chair. So I was pretty much smitten before I even laid eyes on her.

If you could take a year-long paid sabbatical, what would you do?

Spend that year visiting places I’ve always wanted to visit, but hadn’t. Of course, this assumes it was an all-expenses paid sabbatical.

What is your favorite thing to buy at a movie theater concession stand? (credit to The Haunted Wordsmith for this one)


What are some Holiday Traditions you and/or your family observe in December?

Going to a movie and then seeking out one of the few restaurants that is open for dinner on Christmas night (which is often a Chinese restaurant).3036999E-B067-4380-9E73-DDA4D8F4DFF9

#writephoto — Under the Canopy


It was our first date. A fix-up, actually. My older sister was friends with her older brother and they schemed to try to get us together, thinking we might be a good match.

My sister gave me her phone number and pestered me until I finally called her. We talked for nearly an hour. I told her I wasn’t a fan of blind dates. Neither was she. She didn’t want to commit to a night-time date, so I asked her if she wanted to go on a picnic with me on Saturday. She agreed.

I packed a picnic basket, complete with wine, cheese, French bread, grapes, and a red and white checkered tablecloth. I had the perfect spot in mind for our assignation.

I picked her up at her parents’ house and drove us to the park. We walked until we reached the area where the tree canopy provided a somewhat isolated, shady spot. I spread the red and white checkered tablecloth out on the ground, meticulously arranged the bread, cheese, and grapes, and opened up the bottle of wine, pouring us each a glass.

She seemed to be impressed. I proposed a toast. “To fix-ups,” I said. Our plastic wine glasses touched.

As did our hearts.

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.