Rock, Paper, Scissors

divorceye
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Yesterday, we filed the papers. THOSE papers that one files to "dissolve a marriage." Actually, it's dissolution, but I like dissolve better. I think it's more descriptive. When asked by the paralegal which one of us would be the petitioner, we looked at each other and simutaeously said, "Rock, Paper, Scissors??" And so we did. Russ drew scissors and I drew paper. Then we realized that we hadn't established which position the winner would take. But he chose petitioner. Not that it really matters in our case. We laughed and giggles our way through whatever they call that part. And then we left. We left each other standing on Riverside Dr. He turned his MiniCooper to head east and I continued my Subaru heading west. And thus, at sunset on January 20, 2007, we literally went our separate ways.

We went to see Carrie Fisher's one woman show last night. It was of course hilarious. I think my favorite part was the flow chart of her parents and Elizabeth Taylor. Her 14 yr old daughter, Billie, has a crush on Liz's 15 yr old grandson and she speculates whether or not they are actually related. I had no idea how much drama the poor thing had to endure as a child. I also had no idea that Eddie Fisher is still alive. And apparently dating all of Chinatown.

We had the best seats in the house, thanks to Ian, front row center. And Carrie had a cold. no surprise since I had one too over Christmas as did everyone else apparently. She would occasionally cough and she mentioned it a few times.

The lady next to, who I thought by the smell must have been a student, spent the whole time breathing through her sweater. I thought she was cold. But halfway through act one, Carrie (we're on a first name basis since I was close enough to feel her spit) stopped the show to ask if she was OK. Now, if someone stopped their show to ask me how I was doing, I would be horrified. And I would give someone or two word answer and pray that the show would continue.

But not my new neighbor.

She was visibly embarrassed. But she spoke anyway: "I'm sorry. I just had surgery. And I can't be around germs. I'm afraid I'm going to catch something."

That wasn't the response Carrie was counting on. She seemed relieved that the poor girl wasn't dying. And then horrified that she was talking about her surgery during her show. I have a feeling this may turn into Carrie's next show.

And I hope to have front row center seats again.

Tree of Life

Tree of Life
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Maybe because it's New Years, I have this weird feeling of not knowing where I am or what I'm doing. Why can't they make a GPS for life? I had this strange revelation last night that I'm not sure if I'm on the trunk or a small branch of this tree, metaphorically speaking of course. Maybe I'm not even on the tree at all. What's not in this photo is the winery dumpster, just beyond the tree in the parking lot. Maybe that's where I am.