Tallulah is sick, and we are going to the vet at 11:00. All she wanted to do last night was squish up next to me and have me hold her hot pitty head. Do dogs' heads get hot when they have a fever? Cause I swear she felt hot.
Anyway, further reports as developments warrant. Also, that floor is GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME. I just was on my knees scrubbing it on Friday, due to the bird carcass that had been in there. And look at it. It looks filthy because of the chipped paint. What was it I was gonna do with it, again?
So here it is Monday, and you may have a Nedflix to look forward to, because we saw the dumbest movie ever made in the history of time ever, at all, ever, yesterday, and I really think it needs to be Nedflixed. So we'll see if Ned'll write one.
I bought a used exercise bike off of Craigslist and it arrives tonight, and Ned is coming over to make sure the deliverer of said bike is not some common murderer, but rather a rare distinctive murderer. The point is, I will nag Ned about Nedflixing that brilliant, sensical, not-at-all-dumb movie tonight.
(Did I ever tell you about when my grandmother was young, and she ordered a rare steak because she thought "rare" meant precious and special? She nearly died when they slapped a big bloody slab of meat in front of her.)
I figured an exercise bike would be a good way to work out with the plantar fasciitis. I know it's what my pal Dick Whitman does, and he looks good. He also eats three peanut M&Ms and then cuts himself off, but I like to think it's all exercise bike, all the time.
But none of this is why I gathered you here today. I GATHERED you because I am finally gonna answer Faithful Reader PJ's questions that she asked me in the comments the other day. Here are her Qs again:
June, I would love to hear about pivotal moments in your life. I would like to hear about how you think your sense of humor developed and who influenced you. Pets! What is the most exciting that that has ever happened to you? What's your biggest challenge in life? Books! What you're reading, recently read.
PJ is clearly obsessed with me and would like to skin me and wear a June suit. And I am just fine with that. Any attention is good attention, if you ask me.
Let's see. When I think of pivotal moments in my life, the following come to mind.
I was, believe it or not, a very shy kid. My parents wanted me to go to an integrated school, because it was the early '70s and that's what you did. So we lived in this mixed neighborhood, and I am glad about that because, for example, I never think the way a friend of mine does: She told me that if a black man is approaching her and no one else is around, she is more afraid than if a white man were approaching her.
That is unbelievable to me. I mean, sometimes men are walking toward you and you just get a bad feeling about them. Once when I lived in Seattle, I was doing a work errand and I cut through the park IN THE MIDST OF DOWNTOWN in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY, and this (white) man was approaching. Every fiber of my being got tingly and alarmed. Lucky for me, someone came out of the park to my left, and do you know the guy who'd been approaching me saw that person coming from my left, and did an abrupt turn BACK INTO the woods? It was so effing creepy.
Anyway, my point is, I got sent to this mixed-race school and that was fine, but by third grade I was pretty much the only white kid, and all the other kids resented me because we were more financially stable and I had lots of clothes and so on. So I got picked on A LOT, and eventually my parents sent me to a private school, and then I had a whole NEW crop of adjustment/fitting in problems, so I decided to become funny.
Am still trying.
I guess another pivotal moment was when I was 12, my parents had just gotten divorced, because turning 12 isn't hard enough, and at a family get-together, I fell off a balcony and got very hurt and nearly died. I think this accounts for my personality, which is sort of nervous, I think. (That was a line from Annie Hall, but still. It applies.)
I see that I have only answered one of PJ's Qs and we are on, like, paragraph number 679 of this post, so I'd better wrap it up and answer her others tomorrow. But I think other pivotal moments in my life were when I left Michigan and headed to Seattle, knowing only one person there. It was one of the greatest things I ever did. I'd been wanting to, you know, NOT LIVE in Michigan since I was 13, and at 27 I finally did it.
There was also a horrible, terrible, obsessive, all-consuming, not healthy, not good relationship I was in when I was young, and I was completely obsessed with the person but we made each other absolutely miserable, and I made the decision to get out of that relationship, and it was SO HARD TO DO. He would call in the middle of the night, or come over and knock on the door, and I would lie in my bed and will myself not to get up, because if I did we'd only get back together for the 394584829494th time and it'd start all over again. The part where I was able to really break up with him? Pivotal. Did not know I had it in me to be that strong.
Also, am certain my divorce was pivotal, but I don't have enough distance yet to see how. I DO know that I cannot remember a lot of 2011, when Marvin left. Isn't that weird? I look at old posts from then, or old emails, and I think, " I said that? I went to that place? I have zero recollection of that at all." So, yeah. Probably pivotal.
I will catch you all tomorrow, and I will fill you in on poor Talu's illness. She keeps sort of shaking her head, like she's Katherine Hepburn, and also smacking her lips. She ate this morning, but she had the enthusiasm of a tree sloth.
Okay, then. Pivotally, June.