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Just over a year ago I moved from LA back to my hometown of Tulsa, Ok.  My husband and I had been living in Los Angeles and the surrounding communities for just over twenty years.  And loving it.  And  hating it.  We orginally moved from Tulsa to LA due to dire circumstances. My husband was at the height of his alcoholism and although I did not know it at the time,  I was doing something that is common to the alcoholic situation–moving thinking that the drinking would stop if we just moved to a new location.  But, it followed us there.  After not too long of living the LA life,  a judge ‘helped’  my husband find the road to sobriety.  There were a few detours along the way,  but just as a good navigation system works, he was able to recalculate his course and get back on track.  LA was good to us.  It was surreal–the climate, the culture, the financial excess, the people, the food, the shopping, the homes, the beaches, the entertainment.  It is not called the entertainment capital of the world for nothing.  We soaked it up like a sponge.  Ironically, it was dire circumstances that brought me back home.  My husband and I spent many weeks in trying to figure out the best thing to do.  It was not a spur of the moment decision but one that seemed our only answer.  There are circumstances that can not be divulged at this point that would explain the reason for  our course of action.  My husband had to stay with our business and we communicated many times  daily by phone and trips back and forth.  It has been a long year and a half and hopefully will end soon.  But I digress.  Let me get back to the title of this post.  The opportunity to live close to my sisters and Dad was something I wanted to fully embrace.  My mother died at the young age of 53 and my father has had two marriages since her death.  There are three of us girls–no boys.  I am the youngest of the three. There is sister #1 who I dearly love, she tends to take the mother role of the family since our mother’s death and is a stabilizing influence in  my life.  Sister #2  is the middle child and is more like me–spur of the moment-fly by the seat of your pants  type personality.  We are constantly laughing when we are together.  She is happily divorced and with my husband still being in California it feels as if I am single also.  Anyway, we tend to hang together. And laugh. Alot.  This brings me to the point of the lipstick.  We were talking and exchanging beauty tips when she pulled out a tube of new lipstick and said “You’ve got to try this.  It is my favorite”.  This sent us into fits of giggles because it stirred a memory from when we were in our 20’s.  Not the 1920’s but when we were in our 20’s.  She was driving and  pulled up in front of a 7-11 convenience store and started to get out.  She opened her drivers door and then sat there digging in her purse to get her money.  She no sooner pulled out her billfold when a tube of lipstick escaped her purse and fell onto the parking lot and rolled under her car.  She looked at me so sad.  “Darn, that’s my favorite lipstick”–the disappointment of losing it clearly registered on her face. We both got out of the car and each got down on our hands and knees and began trying to reach for it under the car.  Wouldn’t you know it.  It was squarely in the middle.  Unable to reach it, I inquired what we should do now.  She suggested we go in the store and ask the clerk if he had anything that we could borrow to retrieve it.  “Like a broom”  I eagerly suggested.  “Yes, yes. That will work”  #2 cried out.  We went in and stood in line awaiting our turn at the register.  #2 asks  “Might you have a broom or anything with a long handle that we could borrow for a moment.   I dropped my favorite tube of lipstick and it rolled under my car and we can not reach it.  See, we’re parked right there” she indicates sweetly pointing at our car.  The young smart mouth clerk smiles and says “Why don’t you just move your car.  Wouldn’t that be easier?”  The gull of some people.  #2 quickly says “Well, that’s one way”.   We did not even bother patronizing his store but quickly left the premises–with her “favorite” tube of lipstick!  Memories–they carry us through some tough times don’t you agree.  So reader, what is a favorite memory that clearly showed your limited reasoning abilities?

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