Wanda's Wacky Wonderful World

Two is an interesting number. Its the only Even Prime number. (Remember prime numbers?  A number that can only be divided by itself and 1).   Its so cool how God gave us two of a bunch of things. Two arms to hug with. Two legs to walk in the right direction. Two  eyes so we can see the beauty and love around us - t wo  ears so we can hear whats going on from any direction.  Oh yes, one is the loneliest number,  but TWO! Well -  Its sort of romantic! Just think of all the idioms about "two"... Two peas in a pod Bicycle built for Two  It takes Two to tango Two heads are better than one (Well… actually - anything  with  two heads is kind of weird) Okay, so I have to admit -  "Two" isn’t always so romantic! There’s the terrible Twos There’s my Two cents Two left feet And Two way streets Two sides to every story You know - Two can play the same game You can take someone down a peg or Two There’s Two-t...

The Calendar. I live by mine. I set my phone alarm to remind me to look at my calendar. My calendar texts my phone to remind me where I'm supposed to be and who I'm supposed to be with. All of my devices sync to my calendar - so I won't miss something important (or fun!) that I have committed to being involved in. Pain. Just a nagging twinge at first. Then a dull ache that doesn't go away. Increasing to pain that sends him looking for something for relief. Nothing helps and the pain grows. Finally, erupting into incapacitating, gut-wrenching pain and we're on our way to the ER! The one we love is sick and our life comes to a screeching halt. Priorities. The calendar lays silent while we attend to our loved one's pain. Doctors ask questions, poke and prod. Nurses hover and machines chirp in the background. And while we wait for test results, a course of action, a diagnosis... the calendar looms. In the back of our mind, we guiltily ponder... what am I going ...

Some of my earliest memories involve being in the car with my family. We lived in southern Ohio... very hilly terrain... which facilitated exhilarating rides when Dad was driving. One second, you're sitting mesmerized in your seat with the sun flickering through the trees - in an almost hypnotic daze - then suddenly the road drops out from under the car and your stomach is in your throat! There were no seat-belts in those old vehicles, and bodies would be catapulting into each other... and the silent meditative state was interrupted with little girls squealing and my Mom's sweet, but firm voice - "Stanley". That was always her response... just "Stanley"... (being interpreted as "Why in the world do you always speed over these dips when you know you're going to cause chaos?") Immediately, my sister Debbie would start begging, "Slow down Dad... please slow down!" (Debbie is four years older than me - and she was always trying to keep...