Sad love songs and toasty towels

One of the saddest love songs is Neil Diamond’s “You Don’t Bring Me Flowers Anymore” (lyrics at the end of the blog along with his youtube duet with Barbara Streisand)

What triggered the thought?

Each morning when I go into shower, Rick has put my towel and robe on the towel warming rack extending a toasty shower into a toasting drying time.

Naturally I do the same for him.

If he forgets one morning, or I do, it won’t mean the end of our relationship. More likely it meant I got up well before he did or vice versa.

A new bride posted on Facebook she’d married her best friend.

Friendships have always been important to me. I work hard to maintain the people who are important to me, although I may not toast their towels. I want to do small things, considerate things, that say, “you’re important to me,” “I care about your well being,” “I want to make you laugh,” “I want to listen when you’re down.” I don’t do it so they will do it for me, but they do.

Friendship is not a quid pro quo, it’s an I’m-there-when-you-need-me-for-the-fun-and-the-non-fun-times. Time and energy does not allow for hundreds of friends like this, but a few good ones are invaluable and need to be treasured.

I’m lucky that Rick had been added to my friend list with or without toasted towels. May we never need to sing you don’t bring me flowers. Or other ways of showing caring...

You don't toast my towels
You don't play me love songs etc.

Here's the original song that I hope everyone who reads this never has to apply to the people in their lives.

You Don't Bring Me Flowers

You don't sing me love songs

You hardly talk to me anymore

When you come through the door

At the end of the day

I remember when

You couldn't wait to love me

Used to hate to leave me

Now after lovin' me late at night

When it's good for you

And you're feeling alright

Well you just roll over

And you turn out the light

And You Don't Bring Me Flowers anymore

It used to be so natural

To talk about forever

But 'used to be's' don't count anymore

They just lay on the floor

'Til we sweep them away

And baby, I remember

All the things you taught me

I learned how to laugh

And I learned how to cry

Well I learned how to love

Even learned how to lie

You'd think I could learn

How to tell you goodbye
'Cause You Don't Bring Me Flowers anymore