While everyone’s lining up their evidence, setting the trial dates, the mother of one of the women is losing herself completely. Driving back roads downing beers all night after work, no doubt because closing her eyes for a little rest would bring every detail to life. Minds are cruel like that. If you give your mind the space, it will let anything you give time to have a full and vivid life.
It’s a lot and like a horror movie plot, I already googled the spoilers.
There’s beauty in the breakdown. Frou Frou does not lie.
I sat next to a lady in her 80s (a guess) on my flight from Sacramento to Seattle today. She had a rain bonnet in her outer purse pocket just like my grandma used to. She was dressed warmly and spent the flight looking out the window (maybe to distract herself from the two people across from us yelling their life stories to each other, one an older guy with a first Battalion hat and the other a lady with a floral cane).
I want to do a study. I want to talk to a lot of old people to find out how they have coped with their lives. I do not think it’s what stuff we all focus on. It’s the how-we-are-doing-the-stuff that should be the focus.
Old folks have great perspectives. They don’t have a lot of ego left to shove up your nose. They’re authentic and direct. They could best tell me how they have coped with tragedy, success, the routine of life, what they learned, what they did when everything around them was changing faster than they were able to keep up with...what was important at the end of it all. I think they have the answers. This curious mind wants to know.
She offered me gum. The older lady. She shifted her flowery neck pillow and handed me some gum. “Want some?”
Be kind and generous. First lesson of ancient wisdom.
I stopped in at the Starbucks Reserve Roastery tonight. Seattle has a lot of coffee and it’s the mothership for SBUX. A guy handed me a sample of bourbon barrel aged Guatemalan cold brew coffee. We are talking $9 for a medium size cup. Hold onto your wallets, folks, someone is showing her baby boomer parents’ age.
In other news, I was listening to Whitney and Mariah sing “When You Believe” - from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack.
Yeah, I drift onto the rumble-strip.
The best part of the song is at 3:45. God only knows how this ended up in the 4,963 songs on my phone.
Oh, and this short verse from Monday. I saw the ocean, briefly, along the PCH, and it sprang from the depths of my Poor Poetry Department:
The smell of humidity again!
My hair has extra height,
And I have two more hours of morning!