Shea Goodbye

Goodbye Shea Stadium.
Goodbye Yankee Stadium.
Goodbye Paul Newman.

The details and distractions of last week might help to ameliorate some of the bummerosity that yesterday was the last day of the regular baseball season and that it was also the last game at Shea Stadium for the Mets regular play. (You needn't ask--the Mets blew their post-season chances and the game. ) On a cool coinky-dinky note, one of the on-the-field umpires working today is the son of an umpire who was at Shea for the first game played there (which the Mets lost to the Pirates) and now the son of the ump was there for the last game to be played at Shea keeping the tradition of losing.

While on a note of sadness, a moment of reflection about Paul Newman who died on September 27th. My respect and fondness came for him not only for his acting skills and talent but moreso for his creative verve for life and his magnanimous humanitarian efforts and presence. My condolences and prayer go out to his family, friends and colleagues.

Also, last week was unique for me in that a 25th anniversary happened on the 25th. September 25th would have been my 25th , silver wedding unniversary with my Wasband. How is that even possible? 25 years?

For those of you don't know me very well, let me share that I am happily married to a really Wonderful Guy (just ask Rogers & Hammerstein) and I can respectfully and stably refer to my ex-husband as my Wasband because we are still close friends. I allow myself to acknowledge today as an unniversary. Not the usual anniversary because we are not still married. Frankly, it would be odd to have not noted this date in history as knowing someone for over 20 years is apt to make an impression in your mind and on your calendar. David and I did not mail each other cards or even talk on the phone. It was a quiet, subtle recognition of an amazing part of our lives. Now we just look at what we shared as our silver lining.

I was even reluctant to write about this because I didn't want it misconstrued and yet, I started thinking that there are probably several folks reading this that have a similar situation. A special day or date in time that had immense significance that no longer has a direct meaning to our lives today. Some of us may feel nostalgia; some may feel sadness or relief. Being conscious and aware is a good thing, so I encourage you to not let these marker points go by without at the very least, a smile and a nod.

So as we prepare to welcome the month of October, be aware of the changes and the closures taking place to wrap up not only the summer but a completion of a cycle of lower vibrational energies that have been swirling of late. Rosh Hashanah begins tonight and sundown --a good time to connect in the newness of this Jewish High Holy Day; and the equinox offers us a time for preparing to take advantage of the upcoming harvest of consciousness that sweetly awaits us.

In the meantime, it's 11:11 a.m. and . . .
Go Cubbies and keep em' kicking, Cloris Leachman.