There’s a breeze coming in through the doorwall, the TV is off, there’s absolutely no noise, and across the room I see my little figurine named “Rita” from the Disney movie “Flush” my friend Annie gave me for Christmas several years ago. She’s sitting on the kitchen table, and I sware to you – she’s staring right at me.
Annie and I used to have this tradition where we would give each other a Christmas gift that didn’t cost us anything. She was much more creative than I was, and when she gave me “Rita” she said it was because I reminded her of Rita’s character – adventurous and brave, (and also probably because we share a name). Well, I’m not sure I’d describe myself as brave – adventurous YES!, but brave – eh. I dunno.
Well, when I turned 50 I sillily (that is my new word) decided Rita was going with Rita on every bucket list adventure. And she did. Rita and Rita went wine tasting and rode a hot air balloon over Napa Valley, among many, many other fun adventures that year of being 50.
Well, last month I found Rita down in the basement right around the time when I turned 61, and since my 60th birthday was rather uneventful, I’ve decided it’s time for Rita and Rita to find a little excitement, or maybe some trouble. Oh what the heck, maybe some of both. After all, it’s been more than a decade! (This is where you come in, Bubbles!) Or maybe Rita and Rita will just spend the next year trying to glean some wisdom (or wise cracks) from people who’ve been around a few more blocks and to a lot more rodeos than us. I’m running a month late, so we’d better get crackalackin.
Keeping you posted! Rita & Rita
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