Dear Early Thirties

Here I go, blogging again after two years! Quite inconsistent I am!

I've been remembering a time 29 years ago, when I was in (unrequieted) love, & in my professional music element! I can't even remember how it all came about, but I was asked to join the local city professional Army Band as keyboard player, to learn around 45 charts in two weeks. All in readiness for a V Day ball (come dressed in the era).  I certainly went all out, & looked pretty sharp, even if I do say so myself!

I starved myself, didn't think to eat on the night, & got quite drunk later. The only night I ever stayed out all night.  Woke up in my black tulle and satin gown on the conductor's dais in the rehearsal room! Shocking!  The object of my useless affection had left quite a bit earlier...apparently.

He turned pages for me for another call I had, then asked if I woukd play at his upcoming wedding. Of course I couldn't quite come at that, & that's how things were left.

Now, years later, I know he is still happily married, teaching at a private school some distance away, and has four daughters. I will never forget. I have chosen, after a couple of affairs & flings, that I amnot a relationship person. Lots has happened since-death of my father, decline of my mother, cancer for me, financial ruin with that, marriage of my son, and a grandson. I am slowly getting back to reception/office work, & most recently, playing keyboard. I have Christmas "gigs".

I will never forget. I am very happy for him, truly. But now, not because of that experience alone, but because it's just how things have moved along, I do not consider myself a relationship person. I just can't do it. Will continue to try and fill up my life with sufficient pleasantness not to miss being part of a couple.