Seven moments

An individual’s life consists of epochs or periods or times. Or, if you look from a far distance, from the moon or Mars perhaps, they are just moments.

Looking back, I count seven moments. Maybe you’ve had more or perhaps less. Less probably means more stability and focus, and more probably means the opposite. You may have flown out of control.

Moment 1: Youth. This is the period from birth to high school graduation. I did not enjoy this moment. I scarcely remember it.

High point: There was none.

Low point: I spent almost 18 years in this moment.

Moment 2: Military. Hard to believe or even to remember, but I once wore a uniform. Uncle Sam shipped me to California, and I maintained survival gear for the F-106 Delta Dart, an interceptor aircraft.

High points: I lived in California during surfin’ days, and I took a bus to San Francisco every possible weekend to look at pre-Hippie Beatniks.

Low point: As you might have guessed, I was pathetic military material.

Moment 3: First marriage. This lasted a bit over five years.

High points: I have a lovely daughter who is doing well these days. Plus, I managed to get a university degree.

Low points: Getting married. Getting divorced. Confusion.

Moment 4: Five single years. This period was devoted to wine, women and song.

High points: Wine, women and song — plus living in Puerto Rico.

Low point: There was none. Bottoms up! Cheers!

Moment 5: Second marriage. This period, which lasted just shy of an astounding 20 years, was a complete waste of time.

High point: She ended it.

Low points: From beginning to end, a shared train wreck.

Moment 6: Seven single years. This time was devoted to introspection and wondering where it had all gone wrong, plus a few mind-altering medicines.

High points: A three-month romance that shot me into the stars, showing me possibilities. I stopped drinking, and I quit working for a living.

Low point: Loneliness because three months of romance ain’t enough.

Moment 7: Third marriage. New nation. New nationality. New passport. New language. New wife. New attitude. New everything.

High points: Every day.

Low point: I’m getting old.

Damn.

25 thoughts on “Seven moments”

    1. Steve: I would vote for two moments minimum in your case. Above and below the border, even though I question your full commitment to below the border, so perhaps one moment is correct after all.

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  1. Pretty much a parallel: Stage 1 — dead on; stage 2 — I was good at it, but following orders was a difficulty; stage 3 — lousy husband material, but I got the kids. I excelled at Daddyhood; stage 4, dead on; stage 5 (are we related somewhere down the line) absolute disaster; stage 6 — still there; stage 7 — gotta make the move first. We share the getting older part.

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  2. I had an idyllic childhood on Treasure Island, Florida so I have near complete recall of Stage One on the Gulf of Mexico. I had three lovely years in Europe in the military when the dollar was worth four Euros. Those were the days my friend. I, too, was a serial monogamist with ups and downs and fun in between, and now is the best time of all.

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    1. I think that’s the key line line: “now is the best time of all.” The old stuff, good and bad, doesn’t really count anymore, does it? Now does. That’s good.

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  3. #1 was a hoot. I grew up in an Our Gang type group of friends but in the country, adventures everyday. No #2, perhaps why I’m a liberal today. My #3 has lasted 35 years and I hope to God that I pass first, selfish bastard that I am.

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    1. Norm: So, in other words, the exact opposite of me and Bob. I cannot imagine being married to one person for 35 years, but it seems to work out for some, you included. Congrats.

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  4. Moment one was half and half. Half horror and half redemption. Moment two: High school graduation and TOTAL elation that I was free to explore the world. Moment three: marriage at age 42 to someone with the same keen sense of travel and adventure. Now 51 still with my sweetheart and we have lived in 8 states in 6 years. Love experiencing America this way, and so the story goes. I recognize the getting better and growing older part as I am in the midst of it. There is still room for more expansion and enjoyment for both of us, Felipe.

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    1. Debra: Moment two for you lasted quite a spell. Almost exactly like you, my wife first married at 41. To me!

      I like to say that she held out to fly first class.

      Sounds like you are having a fine time. I am glad.

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  5. Cool. Seven periods. I like it. I can think of four thus far: great childhood and high school. Not so great college years. Hard working teaching school years. NOLA years! Woo hoo. Honduras years. I feel a blog post of my own in the making.

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    1. Laurie: Writing without periods indeed. My wife sailed through that fairly easily. I was surprised to read once that about 60 percent of women hardly notice menopause. It’s the other 40 percent that get all the publicity.

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  6. I’m glad to know that to others early periods were (and have been) forgotten. I really thought I was strange that way, i.e. memories buried deep in the rolodex of my brain. Public school years were mind-numbing and, to me, forgettable for what they tried to teach me. What I knew then and got by on was my native ability. In the current epoch (whatever number that is) I have learned more than I ever knew, about much more than I ever thought I’d have the privilege of access to.

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