The miniature vinettes of the weekend in LA and the past couple o' days:
Southwest superstar: That is what you are. So yesterday I'm flying on SW from Burbank to Seattle....long story short, Mr. cute-in-an-LA-sort-of-way is sitting kitty corner from me, reading a wood book. We exchange the "hey, how are you's" and his famous last words: "do you know what time this plane lands?" Well, indeed, in between finishing my Anne Lamott book, I'd sneak a peek at this wood book: bookshelves and coffee tables and other tables and wood, wood, wood, and he's studying it like there's no tomorrow. Of course I don't ask him why he's so obsessed with wood because then he'd know I was illegally looking at HIS airplane material (highly illegal in the travel world, although a Mormon struck up a decent conversation with me once about it...). Anyways, I see him outside in the baggage claim area, and he's wearing an EXTREME HOME MAKEOVER jacket! Was I sitting next to a wood-savvy architect of a moviestar and all I said was "uh, I think it lands at 3:40"?! Oh life. :)
Mechanical pencils and pumpkin pie: So the highlight of my day at MBMS today happened when I was testing Connor, a 6th grader, in reading. In between all their little vocabulary tests, I give them a breather by asking fun, not-so-intelligent questions. Well, apparently I asked Connor the RIGHT questions (and not that I remember the questions right now), and found out that 11 year old had PASSION for a) mechanical pencils..."You never have to sharpen them! They're the greatest invention ever! [and he continues on with exclamation point sentences!]" Then b) pumpkin pie..."Man, I LOVE pumpkin pie. It's the greatest man! With loads and loads of whip cream! I love whip cream! And I love pumpkin pie! oh! Pie!" He was an excited little guy.
High G: I went upstairs a little bit ago to play piano with Christy, my high school buddy who, well, lives upstairs. She had the Christmas music out, so I'm playing a tune or two...I'm kindof singing along, hoping the world joins in my sing-a-long...it's time for "O Holy Night," and man, I'm tiredly screeching through those high notes at the end, though still spirited all the same. It hits the high G at the end, and I'm like, "come on, Christy!", and dude, she just parrots out this like B above the highest octave wrong note EVER. I was dying. It was hilarious. And the best part - she's like, oh, my mom and I do that all the time. I love the family I live with. :)
Frontier Ranch, revisited: this moment of epic, "Wow! I'm lucky!" came when I was singing at the wedding...I couldn't look at Re and Tom very much because I knew I'd either bust up or burst out, but I did finally look and was overcome with this moment of realization and memories. The summer of 2001 was my golden summer, and it'd be an incomplete book without that chapter there, and without Re being a central character in (and beyond) that chapter. I then looked out and saw the 8th or 9th row back...there Brian (Whistler), Karly (shenanni), Alayna (Random) and Copey/Jen Cope (Junebug). And even though I've moved on from that "chapter," from that summer, it was a foundational building block. Through Re I gained a best friend...Brian not only gained a wife but found that in working with Re that you really could have a TEAM...Karly and Alayna found mentors for life...(with Re specifically), Copey put a new spin on a friendship that had been around for YEARS.
So this fall has continued to be a whirlwind, but I continue to choose JOY. I leave in the morning for training down in Portland, so right now me and Mr. Bubble are going to hang out. Word to the bubster. PS: pictures to come soon....