Random points of the weekend

[wendyzski]

There is a "real" post forming somewhere in my head about how our society deals with (and fails to deal with) death, but for now some random bits from the weekend.

- I need to find more excuses to say "That really burns my bacon" in everyday conversation.

- Aww Pepper, you slept on the pillow next to me! How....ew *cleans up bunny poo*

- Ari's dogs. Little-black-mop-dog Edison just barked at everything and everyone new, but mixed-mutt Toby clearly has some hunting dog in him because he absolutely lost his furry little mind over the sight/smell of PepperBunny.

- As we turned on to Hwy 1845, which was a twisty turny 2-lake Kentucky highway
Me: OK, what's the next landmark?
Ari: *looks at directions* We stay on this road until.... *flips pages*
Me: Until we hear banjos?

- I suck at fairytale play with a 6-yr-old. I kept asking things like "Why is her bed bigger than her castle? How does it fit inside? Doesn't she get wet when it rains? OMG Fairy-Princess-land is being attacked by a giant puppy! Why isn't the monkey wearing shoes? How come everyone is a Princess - doesn't anybody want to be the Queen?" and putting the My Little Ponies on the roof of the castle.

- The minister at the memorial asking everyone to recite the 23rd Psalm, and the look on his face when everyone did but using different translations, rhythm, and inflection. Yes, there IS a world outside of small-town Kentucky!

- Cracking up while passing a sign for a small store proudly touting "New And Used Stuff". Ari commenting "well, that saves them from having to change the sign. Ever."

- Wenches' bodice-typing line in the church parking lot.

- Trying to find a place to empty my hat-full of snotty tissues at the end of the service, so that I could "pass the hat" to make the memorial website permanent, and then people tossing 20s in.

- Tears and giggles with the Wenches in the church basement, over a plate of brownies and gooey butter cake.

- Being called "Hon" by EVERYONE!!!!

- Getting to cuddle a shaved-short Pudgie. She's almost a pretty dog when she's not a dustmop. She seems to have remembered me and was all waggy and wiggly. And so polite - she noticed that my nose was all weepy so she wanted to clean it for me (ew)

- going through the few bags of sewing stuff that Clay sent back with us. Some of the fabric choices were....er.....interesting. Ari looking up and saying "Lori, honey - you know I love you, but What Were You Thinking?". The obnoxious jester-print bloomers already cut out - those I understand, but the smallish peach-and-teal check that I dubbed the "Old Man Bermuda Shorts Fabric"...Really? And the WalMart sale remnant of "stabylizer" - clearly meant to be pronounced stabby-lizer.

- Letting Pepper stretch her legs on her leash at a rest area in Indiana and looking up to find two people videotaping us! "My grandbabies will never believe that I saw a bunny walking on a leash!"

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[controuble.livejournal.com]

Okay, I have to ask...Just HOW does one type a bodice? especially in a parking lot

[faireraven.livejournal.com]

Mr. Edward Magorium: [to Molly, about dying] When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.
[pause, walks over to Molly]
Mr. Edward Magorium: I've lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. I'm only asking that you turn the page, continue reading... and let the next story begin. And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died."
Molly Mahoney: [starting to sob] I love you.
Mr. Edward Magorium: I love you, too.
[picks Molly up, sighs heavily]
Mr. Edward Magorium: Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.


That set of quotes just kept running through my head last weekend.

I wish I could have been there.

[wendyzski.livejournal.com]

Going to the memorial was very hard - It's really hard to drive when you are leaking tears, and walking in to that tiny boxy rural Kentucky church was awful. I have no idea how I'd have gotten through without ladyariyana alongside. She was also a huge help to Clay - she's the one who found the wedding rings that she had taken off before the surgery in Lori's Pooh jewelry box, and who held Clay as he wept and raged on the floor of the apartment.

We did talk about you, and the baby, and how excited we are all for you and how much it SUCKS that Lori won't have the chance to fuss over him/her.