“Are you OK?”
“Sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“You just look…tired.”
“Well, who doesn’t these days,” I laughed half-heartedly. There’s nothing like having someone ask if you’re sick on a day when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and you have a song in your heart. The song in my heart had been “Zip a Dee Doo Dah”. Now my little heart juke box was playing “Don’t Rain on my Parade”.
“Still not feeling well?” my oldest son asked a while later. He looked at me sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”
Well, isn’t that sweet. He is such a nice young man.
“Actually, I feel fine today,” I answered. To tell you the truth, I was starting to feel a little ill. You know, the power of suggestion and all that. “Good Morning Heartache” by Billie Holiday moaned and throbbed in my heart soundtrack.
By the time I met Gloria for lunch, I was depressed and I had a headache.
“Darn, girl, what’s the matter with you?”
“I don’t know. I think I might be getting sick.”
She looked at me carefully. “That color of powder makes you look like you should be on a slab at the morgue. Other than that, you look OK to me.”
For the first time in an hour, I smiled. I waved the bartender over and bought Gloria a glass of the best red wine they sold. I had bought a different shade of make-up from my usual; I decided right then and there it would be a good idea if I saved the rest for the mortician to apply before closing my casket for the final time. I’d stop at the drugstore on my way home and go back to my old shade.
“Gloria, what would I do without you?” My heart chimed in with the chorus from James Taylor’s “You’ve Got a Friend.”
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I had a song in my heart. “My, oh my, what a wonderful day!”