Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
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Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
Well, that was a short blog death. As my readers know, I am a big believer in fate. Tonight The Sound of Music was on TV. Have been thinking about it a lot lately preparing for my next MRI and will be singing the sound track in my head while my brain poses for pictures.
Then the nuns came on, and memories of nuns and me started flooding my compromised blood-brain barrier like Gustav. I never realized how many memories of nuns I have, for a girl who has never set foot in a Catholic church.
Immediately I began formulating a nun-post, until I remembered I have no blog for such tales. So, I decided to just watch until the Reverend Mother, Oscar winning, Peggy Wood, sang, “Climb Every Mountain.” (And the much used biblical excerpt about closed doors/opened windows; which I alluded to in my blog bye-bye, CRIKEY) Then I thought, who else to share my story with than my Stellarlife blog readers?
Okay, you asked for it. (I’m having trouble working on my book with this lame computer anyway, and can’t afford a new one yet, sooo.)
Aunt Vi’s friend, Ivah, used to call me “sister;” I have no idea why. We were in a grocery store in 1961 and Ivah called out to me, “Sister, look at this.” Two nuns were in the store and both started toward Ivah, which greatly cracked up Aunt Vi. That story made the rounds for years.
Then came a movie I’ve seen a nunzillion times: The Trouble with Angels in 1966 starring the adorable Haley Mills, oh, and Rosalind Russell (OH MY GAWD, that is the name of my mom and my partner’s dad, now I’m getting freaked out) and Ida Lupino.
My scholarship to attend St. Francis College in Fort Wayne included a work grant cleaning the novice's (not full fledged nuns yet) dorm rooms. It was there that a young man in one of my classes got on everyone’s nerves. He raised his hand for the professor’s every question and knew more than asked.
I don’t think I stayed a semester there. I was very lonely.
Within a few months I snagged a primo job at the U.S Post Office. Walking through the lunch room, a guy called me over to sit with him. “Don’t you remember me?” he boldly asked in the form of an accusation. It was that show off smarty pants from St. Francis. He wanted to date me. He said he had known me all his life and had drawings of me from his dreams in his den. (Yeah, sounds freaky now, but I believed in such things so…)
Now, most gay people try to be straight. And I was so lonely, and he was so bright. I like bright. I like people who use words I don’t know. It was my year of trying to be “normal” and guys were suddenly paying me lots of attention. I decided to give him a try, and then he dropped the F-Bomb. (Get your minds off Cheney. Family.) He was married with 3 kids. He wanted to marry me though. “If you wonder why I’ve talked of going to movies alone, it’s because my wife is legally blind.” That was the first time, but not the last, that I would hear the term: legally blind. I’ve wondered since if she had MS.
He told me after I had feelings for him. “You are the only man I will ever love.” (I knew that would be true.) I was torn. Was he the one? As is my custom, the question was put to my family. Mom stayed quiet. Aunt Vi argued with widowed cousin Virginia that you don’t need a man. I went to see a midnight playing of The Sound of Music. No one else showed up, but they still played it for me. “Climb Every Mountain” sealed my decision.
Mom was up when I got home, so I stopped in. “Mom, I just think if I marry a man I will always want something else.” Taking a drag on her cigarette, she said in her grown-up tone, “Then don’t marry him.”
We broke up. We ended up in another college class at a different college. I quit. He came to my front porch, called me a quitter and said, “In 30 years you are going to end up just like your mom and aunt, sitting in Ft. Wayne playing cards with no one to love you.” Poor guy, he never really knew me, his dream wife. After I heard he was married, well, he never really had a chance. But I can never thank the Reverend Mother enough.
PS--That window opened a few months later. :-)
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