The Show Must Go On

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This husband and I…

Sat down at the table for supper…now that it’s getting dark early…this old gal could see her reflection…in the large window…made a joke about not wanting to watch herself eat…then detoured into a story…for her Mr. to enjoy over his pizza…

That grandma of mine…had a large picture window…in her kitchen…the kitchen table pushed up against it…there were times…back in the day…when that mother of mine…made that window…her stage…

The star of the show…having one of her spells…wailing or raging…depending on the issue…would often sit in the chair…facing the window…little me…or teenage me…or young adult me…different story but always the same performance…would watch from some obscure area of the kitchen…

The star would do her thing…that dear grandma of mine…would console…and then it would happen…young me would notice…the star…amidst her despair…would watch herself…in the window…remember thinking…how despondent can one be…if you can break away from the sobbing…to watch yourself…sob…or maybe…along with watching the performance…the star wanted to watch her audience…those littles in background…to see if the wanted impact…was achieved…

This husband and I…burst out laughing…at the absurdity of it all…the ridiculousness…the fact that you can’t make this…**** up…we laughed…til tears came…cleansing the soul…as this old gal…closed the shades…closed the curtains…on the memories of those shows…

And went back to the pizza…she so proudly ordered…on an app nonetheless…to be delivered…doesn’t get any more hip and cool than that…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…