The Palisadian-Post presents an homage to Will Rogers’ column, “Will Rogers Says,” with a column by Palisadian Jimmy Dunne—on life in the “greatest town in America.”
Routines
When we run into our buddies and old neighbors reminiscing our days before the fire, we talk about the places we miss. Certain comfortable restaurants. Stores.
Things like that.
I think what we’re really saying is that we miss something else.
Our routine.
Our wonderful “habits” in life. Before the fire, those routines that just kind of happened every day.
Before the fire, maybe it was waking up in that bed that was just the right size and feel, and rolling over and giving your better half a little peck on the top of their head—to say it sure is nice waking up knowing you’re right there.
Maybe it was making a cup of coffee just the way you like it, and taking your pup for a quick hello to the morning sun and the neighbor’s choir of birds—on that always wonderfully-the-same stroll down your block.
Maybe it was the best, most beautiful sound in the world; that creaky back door opening when your kids came home after school.
Leslie Wilson, one of the sweetest peas on the planet earth, reminisced about stopping at the bakery at Gelson’s, always asking Daniela if there were any fresh cookies in the back for her grandson—with the creamy icing. I can just picture Leslie’s smiling face standing at that counter.
That little, everyday moment that had so little to do with cookies, and so much to do with a tender reminder about how gentle, and caring and comfortable her town was, and how happy she was to be right where she was.
Our everyday routine.
We’re missing that.
And, in missing those moments, it’s made us realize how much we loved our town. Our neighborhood. Our friends. Our lives.
I’ve talked to so many folks, of every age, that miss going to the bocce courts in Veterans Gardens in the park at sunset once a week, putting on their fantastically tacky team’s bocce “uniform” and laughing away the day with great pals on their team. How the winning or losing meant so little, and how being with buddies meant the world.
How they not only can’t get together with their team right now at the park, but that they lost their uniform and everything else under the sun that night in the fire.
Routines.
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One of my favorite actors, Popeye, always found a can a spinach to go into the battle of the day. Maybe our “spinach” is right there in front of us. Finding the joy and comfort in our new routines.
As we’re putting one foot in front of the other, we’re pushing ourselves to be “comfortable with being uncomfortable.”
And, sure enough, beautiful things are happening.
Just like seeds in a garden, new routines are starting to bud.
And we’re finding, in the quiet of the day, those buds are so lovely, and so uniquely us.
And this liminal chapter in our life is sprouting flowers we never, ever expected.
One thing we’re finding we all share in common.
How we’ve been touched by so many people’s extraordinary, unexpected gifts of kindness and selflessness.
Just the “water” we’re so thirsty for right now—showering us with a love that inspires us to see a bigger picture. That promise ahead.
And maybe, just maybe, when we look back in a handful of years, when we remember these days, maybe we won’t remember the moving, the apartments, and all of that.
Maybe we’ll remember our comforting routines in these days. That blanket us. That give us confidence. And hope.
The ones, unknowingly, that are taking a little more shape every single day.
Ones that wondrously remind us how blessed our rich journey is.
Jimmy Dunne is a modern-day Renaissance Man; a hit songwriter (28 million hit records), screenwriter/producer of hit television series, award-winning author, an entrepreneur—and a Palisadian “Citizen of the Year.” You can reach him at j@jimmydunne.com or jimmydunne.substack.com.