Life’s A Box Of Chocolates
The purpose of time is to keep things separated so they don’t all happen at once. I can’t even imagine what that would be like.
We eat one thing at a time. We taste one thing at a time. We experience others, one person at a time. We frequently have one favorite one day and a different favorite the next day.
It would be impossible to have 100 favorites; that would diminish the concept of favorite.
In some ways, our limited amount of time on this planet precludes us from knowing everyone, from doing everything, from tasting all those tastes.
What is amazing and true in life is that when one door closes for each of us another door opens. We always have the choice to walk past that open door and go on to the next one.
When I moved into Laguna Woods Village I had no idea of the chocolates whom I would encounter. I sort of knew Mark Landsberg, the scrabble guru. I think I had said hello to him a time or two at a tournament. We didn’t move in the same circles, so that was the extent of our association. Now living in the same community, attending the same Monday afternoon scrabble club, a door opened and friendship expanded. We talked a lot about scrabble and even collaborated to produce the very first National Senior Scrabble Championship (even though NSA wouldn’t allow us to call it that).
WARNING! It is dangerous living in a senior community. Everyone here is in their twilight years and you never know whose light is going to extinguish next, or when.
But, I wouldn’t trade it. There are more stories here than in Wikipedia. I met Darla from ‘Our Gang Comedies’, scientists, classical pianists, pioneers who settled Alaska, and survivors of Hitler’s death camps.
This week I will be recording songs in Yiddish, sung by Renee Peters, who lived through the bombing of London in WWII.
Life is a box of chocolates.