Two Funerals and a Period, ReduxI realize I’ve written very little lately. My last post, “Two Funerals and a Period,” was brief not because I didn’t want to write about it, but because I was so freaking exhausted, physically and emotionally, from two funerals and a period all within five days’ time.
Briefly, the first funeral was a memorial service for the husband half of my parents’ best friends who died in January. I wrote about it at the time and won’t rehash it here. His widow wanted to have the service at her summer home up at Lake Almanor which is a couple of hours northwest of Reno, driving back into California. It was a fantastic weekend in a gorgeous setting and a true memorial to a life well-lived of a man well-loved. My mom flew in, and we traveled en masse as a family. Actually the day we flew back to Los Angeles, we flew over the Lake Tahoe fire. It was impressive from the air above it, and this was the day before the massive destruction of homes began. I can’t imagine what it looked like the day after we saw it. Anyway, before and while I was traveling, one of my neighbors who wasn’t sick at all collapsed suddenly and was in a coma for a week before she died the night I got home from Reno. Her illness and subsequent demise totally sucker-punched me and the rest of her friends in the neighborhood, not to mention her family. I’ve said it before and it’s worth repeating… shock and grief are two separate things, and her family has a long road ahead.
All in all, the week entailed lots of early mornings and late nights, not to mention travel and elevation changes. Add hormonal shifts to that formula, and I was beat by Friday. I spent the weekend recuperating, my most ambitious activity being hosting my knitting group on Friday afternoon and watching the first season of Entourage on DVD on Saturday.
I had one slightly interesting celebrity sighting last week. I was at my Wednesday night knitting group, and they were filming something in the marina where the yarn shop is located. A couple of us went over to find out what was filming (Entourage). Kevin Dillon walked by us, and he’s not much taller than me (5 foot 2), although I’m sure his IMDB page claims differently. (I just checked, and it says he’s 5 foot 9. That, my friends, is known as fiction.) No sign of Grenier or Piven, and I was disappointed by the absence of the former. I would have enjoyed feasting my eyes on his fineness as I am a fool for dark-haired and –skinned men with light eyes. If I have a “type,” that’s it. Anyway, if you are an Entourage regular, watch for a yacht party scene with the revelers dancing atop the boat and Johnny Drama donning a light-colored suit. LA and the knitting posse were there.
Oh yeah, I saw Knocked Up with my brother, sister-in-law and mother. It was the perfect comedy to see in the middle of an otherwise heavy week, but I should offer this warning. You might not want to see Knocked Up with a parental type sitting next to you. My brother and I were laughing our collective asses off, but some of the pot and sex humor was kind of uncomfortable with our mother sitting between us. And in case you don’t know, there is a scene where they actually show part of the birth. I understand Katherine Heigl was wearing a stunt vagina, but my brother is not yet a father, and he’d never seen a woman crowning before. Good times.