I’ve tasked myself with organizing old photos and memorabilia collected and tossed in shoeboxes ever since the tugboat man and I met in 1991.
(While I’m typing away, the unmistakable fragrance of eau de skunk is wafting through the patio doors. It’s very distracting! Should I go out and look for the skunk or – er — oh, wait, I’ll be back in a minute. [tick tock tick tock] Thanks for waiting. I didn’t see a skunk but as long as I was out there, I grabbed a few loquats and snacked on ’em –hot from the sun; sticky and juicy. Don’t you wish you were here with me?)
OK — I’m focused again.
It was during this purge of duplicate pics and random grocery lists tucked away between birthday and Valentine’s Day cards spanning a couple of decades that I found a page torn from a yellow legal pad, folded into quarters. I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash.
I had almost destroyed an amazingly prophetic artifact. I must have written it when my tugboat man moved to Hawaii for about a year. Although we visited back and forth, I wasn’t sure what the future would hold…
Here’s the story:
Part Two (I’ll have to look for Part One)
Forever & ever land
Time went by and the seasons changed. The captain and his lady came to realize that the distance between them had no effect on their love. it was special.
One day, the captain suddenly decided to come home. He had completed his journey and was ready to share his life.
Several times his lady had almost given up hope, but deep in her heart she had faith that their love would survive.
Without warning, he rang the doorbell.
She opened the door, surprised, but peaceful and content. This was the way it was meant to be. They stood for a long time looking at each other and not saying a word.
Finally, her captain sighed and his eyes filled with tears, “I have come home, Rosebud.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes, angel”, she replied. “I will love you forever and ever.”
And they lived happily ever after.
Isn’t that just the cutest thing ever? I am uber-embarrased to say that the writing is very much junior high school level even though I was thirty-something, but the whole genesis of Princess Rosebud and her Tugboat Man was conceived at that precise moment in time and must have been occupying space in my subconscious until now. How cool is that? It’s good to know that once in a while, dreams really do come true. The details of the reality are slightly different, but the end result remains the same.