Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Mickey-Mousing It

Shoosh, Shoosh, down the hill and over the moguls. We tried to go at least 3-4 times during the season. We owned our own equipment, so semi-seriously we took on the sport.  I loved skating as a kid, so skiing felt like something I might be OK at. 

 Yep, just OK.  

Only one time I made it to a run I had no business being on. Definitely a mistake, getting on that wrong lift. It took me to the very top of Heavenly Valley.  The view--totally worth it, but how to  maneuver myself down the hill without killing myself or someone else? That  presented a problem.  I think If I remember right, I sort of butt-skiied and sort of side-stepped down past the steep bumpy snow. Heading for the lodge to meet Ted, I think he had something to do with that little "adventure."  

We've left the mountain, the cold, the equipment, the exhilaration of navigating down a hill on your boots and skiis, swiftly, smoothly and successfully with our youth. The snow boarders will relish the thought we are not in their way.  

Team Imua 
Gone are the days of outrigger racing. My only athletic requirement?  --Getting the kid and eventually two kids and the dog in the car, down to the race, follow the race, unpack the bunch and cheer on the team. Occasionally, going on the escort boat for longer races required some boating experience--keep the racers hydrated!   Ted, on the other hand, practiced 3 nights a week, ran several miles a day and raced every weekend from April through October for fifteen years.  

Ted in center

Great memories of special friends and trips to Hawaii captured in many photo albums recall those early days of our young married life.  

Then, we coached.  I say we, because you know team mom came into play many times.  
Ted coached little league and soccer. Soccer became a weekend ritual for all three boys. Ted succeeded in coaching and mentoring and my boys and others were blessed by his knowledge and passion.  

Trophys are dusty, medals are packed away in memory boxes.  

Time ticks on. Golf clubs almost outnumber tools in my little garage.  Old ones, used ones, borrowed ones, treasured ones. Someday I'd like to learn, but in the meantime I think Ted and I need a "sport" to enjoy with more time together. We need to fight this ticking clock and keep active.  

How about car racing, tobogganing...

Hang gliding? 

Space exploration or treaure hunting?

Pillaging or looking for honey? 

Check this list out: 

Searching for Nemo or exploring the Mississippi in a paddle boat.

Dancing to the steel drums and following wayward "spirits." 

Archeology and exploration.

Taking a Wild Ride, splashing down a mountain in a log jam. 

Visting Wonderland with a grinning cat, 

or the Wild West with Davy Crockett,  target shooting. 

Bug hunting in 3-D,  

An African Safari!    

So, this is it. Attempting to capture are youth, holding hands while strolling down Main Street, we intend on frequenting Disneyland, becoming card-carrying regulars. It gets me away from social media (not that I have a problem...lol) and Ted away from the remote control. I don't have anything to complain about when I'm at Disneyland and Ted can freely crack his jokes with my full attention.  

Disneyland, a magical place for inspiration, people watching, and child-like laughter that keeps one young. It's a place where love keeps blooming, where fairy tales become real and castles glow in the night sky. It's a place where a hard working, "mature" prince and princess can don Mickey ears and just be silly. 

Fireworks, parades, glorious displays of hope and happiness wait on the other side of the  turnstiles.  Until we get to Heaven, we'll take a little Disney to keep us animated and smiling. Mary Poppins said it best, "A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down." 

Life is an E-Ticket and I want to enjoy it up until God buckles me in for my last ride!  

Besides all that...I think butteflies like to hang out at Disneyland too!  

"Every person has his own ideas of the act of praying for God's guidance, tolerance, and mercy to fulfill his duties and responsibilities. My own concept of prayer is not as a plea for special favors nor as a quick palliation for wrongs knowingly committed. A prayer, it seems to me, implies a promise as well as a request; at the highest level, prayer not only is a supplication for strength and guidance, but also becomes an affirmation of life and thus a reverent praise of God."

WALT DISNEY, Deeds Rather Than Words
Thank you Lord,  for Mr. Disney. 

                                                          When you wish upon a star
                                                       Makes no difference who you are
                                                           Anything your heart desires
                                                                    Will come to you 
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Imagitively yours, Coleene  

1 comment:

  1. Oh I loved this one Coleene!! I think you summed up how many of us feel as we slide into our older years & not so gracefully sometimes. I know my husband & I are right where you are & are looking for the re-connection to our youth & our old flame we shared when we were dating. "Date Days" are very important & above all...laughter brings out the {joyfulness & love} that gets squashed with our day to day work & {same ol'- same ol'} doldrums. This was just beautifully written my friend. Thank you for sharing & allowing us to keep "wishing upon a star"!! -- your NE pal !