Happy Birthday, Rory Dog!
I returned to New York City today.
I couldn’t wait to get home, but was frightened of what I would see.
The aerial view of the city, half blacked out and silent, haunted me. The news cameras had focused on flood, fires, that precarious shifting crane. My airport cab driver told similar tales.
But then he dropped me off at my door. Businesses are open. People wander the street, friends gather, dogs bark. My neighborhood looks much like I left it three days ago.
And just 50 blocks south lies destruction.
Tonight I am a very, very lucky girl.
Does your work week calendar look a bit like this?
How about your weekend?
I’m as guilty as the next person of jamming my work calendar with as much as I think I can reasonably — and sometimes not so reasonably — handle.
(I’m freelance. The busier I am, the more I make.)
But when it comes to my weekends — or whatever days end up being free that week — I am hesitant to schedule too much. I crave the lack of responsibility. The chance for solitude.
No deadlines or time schedules.
Spur-of-the-moment activities are always welcome. But elaborate weekend plans?
That’s too much like work.
A lot of people went to see Ted this weekend. I was one of ‘em. It was funny.
But I also saw a little film called Safety Not Guaranteed. Far fewer folks went to see it, and that’s a darn shame.
Because it’s better.
Both have fanciful story lines: A bear that comes to life. A man who believes he can time travel. But whereas Ted relies on the humor of Seth McFarlane (who voices the bear) to carry the movie — and, call me cranky, is racist for reasons that I will never find funny — Safety is hilarious simply because…
It is real.
Not the time travel element necessarily. But the people and their stories and their relationships. So the humor that follows is a natural result. Plus, Aubrey Plaza — from Parks and Recreation – proves she can do way more than pout.
If Safety has made its way to your town, give it a look and compare. Then return to this space and agree.
Or let me have it.
I made a new friend today in the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport.
We had electricity.
Actually, he did. He was seated next to an electrical outlet in the gate area, the only one I was able to find. And he wasn’t using it. If I wanted to, I was going to have to sit on the floor…or ask him to move down to the next open seat.
I asked and offered some candy as a bargaining chip. He said that ‘being nice’ was reward enough.
So I took his seat and charged my phone for the next hour. And I learned that he worked in Dallas and lived in Boston — where we were both headed — making the flight home every two-to-three weeks. Today he was going home for Father’s Day. His daughter was picking him up at the airport.
And when we eventually parted company to find our respective seats on the plane, I couldn’t help but think…
She’s one lucky girl.
This is my 1,000th post on The Sticky Egg.
As the Dowager Countess would say, “What is a weekend?”
I started the blog 1,000 days ago to give myself the opportunity to write for fun. I added the daily deadline to make sure I actually did it…and that was very motivating.
Now it’s the folks who share their comments — and the readers brave enough to actually subscribe — who inspire me to come up with my brand of foolishness every day.
So, thanks for sticking with The Egg. Hope to see you here for at least a thousand more!