Electra Meets TARDIS

by | Jan 10, 2022 | Sky Writings with Electra | 6 comments

Last week I gave a wistful goodbye to my young, handsome Dave before climbing into Electra along with the other passengers. We settled into our seats. Electra’s cabin grew quiet. Each passenger withdrew into a space of private thoughts. As for me, I reflected on the impending departure from the carefree days of 1965 where spine chilling events were but amusement park rides. 

Electra’s next destination heightened my growing anxiety. However this moment of fear was diminished by a brief view of the sun, large and red, melting into the waters of Lake Erie. Then, after a sudden flash we landed in 1996 to an ominous sunrise veiled by foul skies. 

Dave was sitting beside me in a neurologist’s waiting room. We were holding hands while the passengers inside Electra were also waiting, but on a tarmac. Electra, parked next to a blue police box introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Electra and you are …?” The odd blue structure responded with strange whirring and tweeting further accented with staccato sounds which Electra quickly translated into, “My name is TARDIS. I’m British and that’s why I sound funny.” TARDIS continued, “Like you, I too am a time traveler.” 

Electra and TARDIS were just outside the building where Dave and I sat awaiting our appointment. We were in the medical office of Dr. Who … who, in due time, would answer all the “Ws” and one “H” of my many questions:

“WHAT is wrong with Dave?” 

“WHEN did this wrongness begin?” 

“WHO can fix the wrongness?”

“WHY has this wrongness happened?”

“HOW can I deal with the wrongness?”

With my heart beating and the clock ticking I waited for what seemed like over an hour. Finally a white uniformed nurse ushered us into Dr. Who’s inner sanctum … a chilly private office. The gold framed degrees prominently displayed on the wall behind a large important looking desk assured me that Dr. Who could diagnose Dave’s wrongness.

We waited another long while, how long I couldn’t tell you, until Dr. Who finally opened the door, strode in, wearing a dark suit covered over by a white lab coat, stethoscope dangling around his neck. Although a small man, Dr. Who seemed larger than life. After the usual introductions and “Tell me about yourselves,” Dr. Who listened as I answered questions, even the ones directed to Dave. 

“I read on your chart that your PCP referred you because your husband, (gestures towards Dave) is having difficulty communicating.” 

“Yes,” I answer. 

Stay tuned to learn more …


  1. Ed Wertheim

    I look forward to future installments

    • Dylan Weiss

      Hi Ed,
      I have only just read your comment and apologize for not thanking you for your post. Been so busy preparing to reduce my carbon footprint from 2300 feet to 875 feet that I have not even looked at my site. It was my web designer who told me today that I have new posts. I’m moving to a small apartment not that far from where I now live. Just don’t need the amount of space I have and want to simplify my life so I have more time to visit my kids and grandkids, friends and travel without worrying about my current abode. Give my best to Amy and hope to see you at next reunion!

  2. Barbara Trachtenberg

    Getting sad

  3. Jan

    Oh, this episode is sad. How can Dr. Who help Dave? There isn’t much that can be done. And who can help you?

    • Dylan Weiss

      Yes, it is sad but as they say, when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Having been a speech/language pathologist with a specialty in geriatric communication and an expertise in developing communication programs for individuals with cognitive disorders, helping my husband became an opportunity rather than a struggle. But you are so right about, who would help me?

    • Dylan Weiss

      Jan – thanks for your comment. Please let me know which Jan as there are several! Your comment was exactly to the point!


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