The way I look at things, it’s not Terribly Strange how music and lyrics from my youth suddenly erupt and spew out a phrase that I really didn’t even remember until I suddenly find it covering me with all its essence – sights, smells, songs…………….sighs.
My brain, like all those brains that have come before me, has gotten clogged up with a ba-zillion memories, facts, and details from day-to-day life. So songs that I once sang a million times (at least) in a year – here, there or somewhere – got pushed further back. Those musical files, just like all the other files we need to get through as we number of our days, overflow into every nook and cranny available until that tiny, miraculous computer in our head begins to file things into little the cubbies that exist in those nooks and crannies.
It is kinda Terribly Strange how those cubbies have stay locked until some weird shape key unlocks it, and the exact file leaps out and begins to sing in your head.
It is not Terrribly Strange that over the past year, my body has repeatedly reminded me that I have, indeed, entered my 70’s – winkles, cataracts, arthritis…ugh. So, it is not like I was surprised when the female kidlets said they wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. COVID had eased and travel possible. It was a go!
I was – however, surprised at how much effort they put into it. They even got the male sibs involved. Between a video of reminisces from friends and family, a slew of cards from friends, family, peers, and former students, a zoom call with others, they even managed to bake a Grandma Mickey cake from scratch.
I have to admit – watching them make the cake was one of the best things of the day.
A Grandma Mickey cake is a 3-layer, choc cake with fudge frosting in the middle and a whipped, 7-minute white frosting for the top. It takes a good part of the day and a step-by-step focus to detail. Even then – rain or humidity can destroy all that effort in a blink of an eye. I enjoyed it mostly because I got to watch the daughters build a treasure chest memory together that will live long past me.
It is Terribly Strange for me not to remember a lot of the video display they had compiled or zoom call came next. Emotional overload and being the center of attention is way too overwhelming for this ol’ gal to retain. I tend to be a solitary soul at heart (even though my calling has put me in front of a class or on stage most of my life), and am totally out of my comfort zone when people are doing things for me.
70 is an important number in Jewish tradition. I won’t list them all here, but some of the ones I found interesting are:
- 70 years in a generation of human life
- 70 holy days to praise Yahweh
- 70 perspectives to the Torah
- 70 sons of Abraham
- 70 languages/nations after the Tower of Babel
- 70 names for Jerusalem
- 70 AD/CE the 2nd Temple destroyed
- 70 years between the 1st Zionist Congress in 1897 and the reunification of Israel with Jerusalem in 1967
From all these things listed – 70 is wholeness – 70 is new opportunities – 70 is full of potential.
All things being said, while it may be Terribly Strange to be 70 with all its wrinkles and weaknesses, it is also the time to look outwards – to look up – – – a time to fill the lamp and extra vessels with all the oil you can gather from the pressing, because the Bridegroom has almost finished the home He has prepared for His Bride, and He has promisd: