So… what was I saying Monday about not liking the pressure of making a post early the next morning as opposed to on time? Well, here I am shortly after 4:30 Wednesday morning, making the post I was too tired to make on Tired Tuesday. I am still tired, and I overslept by 20 minutes. I dreamed about my late, dearly missed friend, Phyllis, during the oversleep. I was just thinking yesterday how I dream about my late husband all the time but had never dreamed about Phyllis. If dead loved ones come to visit you in dreams as some say they do (my schnoodle, Tabby, does it all the time), why would Phyllis not drop in?
A wonderful memory.
Here are Phyllis and I (I am on the left), toasting friendship at Gerber’s 1933 Tavern in Utica, NY. We were there with our husbands for lunch. Some of my best memories are getting together with Phyllis and Jim. They were also members of Ilion Little Theatre. Jim shone onstage while Phyllis helped out offstage, often acting as prompter. She and I had some good times backstage during Dirty Work at the Crossroads. At one point during the show (in an added attraction suggested by Jim), Jim was onstage singing, “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” When he got to “I’ve a Yankee Doodle sweetheart,” a young actress backstage (she was playing my daughter), would make a grand gesture toward Phyllis. Phyllis would get a huge smile on her face, acknowledging that it was her.
One of my all-time favorite couples.
And here are Phyllis and JIm, when we met for lunch another time. It was during COVID, when restaurants were allowed to open with restrictions. Once again, a wonderful time was had by all.
Look at that, I am over 250 words. I had no idea what I was going to write about, either last night or this morning. I guess Phyllis showed up in my dreams to give me a little inspiration. My late, much loved Aunt Carlyn would say, “This is how God works.”
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