Slowly things are gaining some semblance of normal. This week I finally got in to get my hair done and decided to go for a slightly new ’do (which is really a flashback to my senior year shag, but much shorter than what I’ve had for years).
I cut out two maternity tops for Liz, which I’ll try to get made before little Silas arrives, and two aprons so VernaJewel can get back in swing. Even managed to do some work for one of my freelance writing gigs – and enjoyed it mightily.
We did our volunteer gig at the Rep and enjoyed Gee’s Bend.
But time after time things will remind us all that this is the new normal and that things will never be the same. For example, yesterday I looked for my purple and green felted sari (from The Red Sari) to wear to the SoMA Mardi Gras parade and festivities (had a great time). It’s nowhere to be found. I know I wore it several times in the last days of Bill’s hospitalization, and trying to retrace my steps to where I might have lost it brought up lots of memories.
That will keep happening. For instance, today is Bill’s birthday. He’d have been 79. I told Mother several days ago that we’d do something distracting, so Julia, Mother and I went to see Anna Karenina at Market Street Cinema. Mother chose it, we enjoyed it, and the theater was pretty crowded for Market Street on a beautiful day. Kept us distracted for quite a while, even though we knew we were being distracted.
Time as flown since Dec. 29 erupted.
Speaking of time, John and I love time-travel movies, so last night after the neighborhood festivities we rented Looper. I didn’t love it – it was no 12 Monkeys or Somewhere in Time, two of my time-travel favorites – but it was OK. John liked it better than I did, so maybe it was more of a guy movie.
But it did remind me (cliché-fest ahead) that time waits for no one and time marches on. And sometimes things happen time after time. Like losing two dads to similar problems – and learning to live and thrive again afterward, a little smarter, a little sadder and a little more appreciative of how little time we have in the game of life and love.
And how we need to make every minute count and leave nothing important unsaid.
That’s worth being reminded of time after time.