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“Well,” she said then, turning for the door, “I’m making decaf. Come join me and I’ll tell you all about my X-rated book club.” “You’re in an X-rated book club?” Jake asked. GiGi paused at the door and gave us a naughty wink. “I’m the youngest member—at eighty-six. We’ve got to find some reason to stay alive.”
Ok GiGi 💀
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“I’m very pro-sex, don’t get me wrong. At my age, I’ll take what I can get.”
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GiGi nodded. “And this probably makes me very old-fashioned, but I just don’t get the leather and the whips.” “Your book club is reading a novel about S&M?” I asked. “Chaucerian S&M?” Jake added. GiGi nodded. “I’m the one who chose it!
I guess once you’ve had enough kidney stones, hot candle wax on the nipples seems less appealing.”
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happy people are more likely to register joy than unhappy people. So if you take two people who have experienced a day of, say, fifty percent good things and fifty percent bad things, an unhappy person would remember more of the bad.”
“The more you register good things,” she went on, “the more you will think about and remember good things. And since all you really have left of the past is what you remember—” “It changes the story of your life.”
“The things you think about determine the things you think about”—meaning the more you focus on something, the more likely your brain is to focus on it.
Thank you for this world of miracles. We will try to be more grateful. And less ridiculous.”
I had finally come to understand that not getting what you want is actually the trick to it all. Because not getting what you want forces you to appreciate what you already have.
I finally got that if you were always in a state of longing you could never truly get satisfied,
“Are we going to talk about something real, or are we going to keep making excuses? Because I could be watching The Golden Girls right now.”
After weeks of holding it in, at last, I let it all out. “I fell in love with his hair, and his beard, and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and his goofy Hawaiian shirts, and his can-do attitude, and the way he applies Band-Aids. I fell in love with the way he’s read every book in the world. How he listens when you talk and remembers what you say. How he knows every fact in existence about the ocean and the creatures that live in it. I fell in love with his forearms, and his calf muscles, and the way his front two teeth are just a little longer than the others. And the dimples. And the
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He taught you something. He taught you how to let somebody love you a little bit. That lesson right there is enough to change your life.”
Felt
I saw the recognition come over him. “Helen!” And then, as if the words escaped on their own: “You got better looking!” “You got bald,” I shot back, as fast as a reflex. Oops! Too mean! Unnecessary! “Sorry.”
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But the things we remember are what we hold on to, and what we hold on to becomes the story of our lives. We only get one story. And I am determined to make mine a good one.
