I know everything is connected, but sometimes things feel more connected than usual. For instance, I haven’t really written very many posts here, yet it seems like in the last couple of weeks, there could be connected updates to nearly every one of them.
Because I wrote about my Oscars search, a Very Important Reader found the entire show for me and now I’ve seen it! Kathryn Bigelow! Hurt Locker! I noticed that the guy who won the Oscar for writing Precious BASED ON THE NOVEL ‘PUSH’ BY SAPPHIRE was an actor I used once.
I thought it was particularly funny that when they panned to Sandra Bullock in the very beginning of the show, they said “Can that woman act – and what is up with all that Hitler memorabilia?” since the broadcast was before the subsequent gossip. Anyway, I do feel complete now, having finally seen the show. Plus I was able to read and discard all the old magazines that covered the event. My living room and I both thank Very Important Reader.
Another update…way back in January when I was in Los Angeles with Awesome Photographer and we did that drive, we went so fast that the number 9 came off my watch. I know that seems impossible, but I’m convinced it had to do with the extreme speed and the crazy switchbacks we navigated. When we got back, I brought it into Tourneau, who sent it off to Switzerland to be fixed. As you can probably guess if you read the previous post, I was really on the fence about fixing it.
If I didn’t, would that mean the loveless spell would be broken? Ultimately I decided that I couldn’t not fix it. If the curse was to be lifted, it would have to be by something beyond my control. Several months and over a thousand dollars later, the watch was ready to be picked up this past week.
In between those two events, the person about whom the Lincoln, NE post was written, snuck back into my life. I was, of course, initially wary and not sure that his reappearance was a good idea, but being the ever-optimistic Sagittarian, whatever doubts I had were ignored. We were, finally, going to spend this past weekend together. Were. I picked up the watch on Thursday and on Friday, Lincoln wrote me a form-letter-like email canceling. The very day we were supposed to go.
I can’t stop wondering why it is that I am hyper-conscious of connections to these arbitrary events in my life and yet I am terrible about keeping connected to the more important things around me?
My friend Kate died this week. She was young and had two daughters. It was not unexpected, but in some ways, that makes it more tragic.
One time when we were riding the subway, long before 9/11, she told me that whenever she gets on a train, she does a quick look-around and mentally picks out who will be her friend in the event something disastrous happened. I laughed and looked around the car.
“Who would be your friend on this train?” I asked.
She looked at me and just shook her head.
“Um, you. You would be my friend.”
Kate was awesome. And it turns out I was a terrible friend. I was her friend on that train ride. I just didn’t go the distance. I let time and geography and excuses get in the way.
I could say that this was a wake-up call and I’ll always appreciate what and who is around me, but that wouldn’t be true. It’s sad, but it’s more likely I’ll post some link on Twitter than pick up the phone to speak to a friend.
But if disaster ever does befall me when I’m on the subway, at least I know I have a plan.