What is it about that laugh of hers that really brightens up my day or the strange lingo among us that we are so familiar with when we speak, that a simple telephone call conjures up an image of an animated video-call instead? Nah...she's not my special special half or anything of that sort, you know what I mean. In fact, she's much better than that. She's a wonderfully great friend. One who you would not hesitate for a minute to reach out for that familiar booming laughter now and then. One who could literally turn all your miseries into a full feature cartoon.
Oh my, and her husband..he's fun too. In fact, he completes her in every way, in areas that she lacks, he more than covers up for her or rather some times leaves her even more exposed, like when she had at one time accidentally dropped her scuba mask into the sea and he standing on the hull happily posing and pointing to where the mask was drifting and before she could holler out with a thunderous commandment..."what are you doing still standing...." he was already at the bottom of the sea frantically searching, and the ashen look on his face thereafter for having failed his wife miserably for losing the mask that she had dropped, and she having to sit out her next dive.
And those days when we used to organize an extended holiday within a holiday within another holiday trip somewhere, it was as good as breathing nitrous oxide 24/7 and every meal, or rather that would be like 8 meals a day, became a gastronomic buffet competition. Amazing people really. The sight of grazing cows or the occasional stray dog would literally bring a cacophony of excitement as we drove by the countryside. God certainly knows how to create humor and innocence in a perfect combination.
Just the thought of us in a karaoke joint eons ago brings back "haunting" memories of the many many uncontrolled and unabashed, roll-on-the-floor kind of laughter. Haunting? why? because those episodes literally went into my dreams on nights after the fact. If you have heard a flattened version of a jazz classic sung with a rock rhythm, you would understand what I mean. And he truly rocked in every sense of the word. Yeah...those were the days before American Idol appeared on our TV screens. Nightmares were never the same after that. I sure hope their kids turn out better in the vocal department.
Yeah...Those were the good old days..and right now, I just need to make that telephone call..
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