Monday June, 9th 2014
We are back from another wedding and I am still in bed. I told Scott on our way home that I seem to have a limited supply of social energy available and that weddings use it all up.
The sun appears to be taking as long lately to emerge from the clouds as I have been, so I don’t feel as bad.
The last time we drove up to Ventura I almost had to pee in a cup in the car on the freeway. On this drive Scott caught me hugging my stuffed dragon to my face while shedding a tear because Dragy is so dear to me. Scott pounded the steering wheel as he laughed about it. I laughed too. At how ridiculous life can be.
Other things happened between one drive and the other. Some you might expect–me trying to skateboard over a tree-lifted-sidewalk and scraping both my hands before we left; and some you might not–a beautiful wedding where men wore both kilts and yamakas, an even more beautiful bride (Lisa!), a delicious vegetarian option (mushroom raviolis) and my youngest sister-in-law and I spending all night at each other’s sides drinking whiskey, talking about boys and inappropriate wedding attire and dancing traditional Scottish and Jewish dances.
On the way home on Sunday, Scott and I stopped at a Mexican restaurant on Wilshire Blvd. to meet his childhood friend for dinner.
Mike is one of those people you can tell just about anything to. And I did. I told him how, after recent disagreements with one of my sisters, my mom advised me to behave more like a friend than an older sibling. She said she went through something similar as a mother. That at some point you have to let go and allow a person to make their own mistakes, even if it hurts to watch. She said becoming a listener instead of an advisor can feel like getting laid off from your job without warning. But that, that’s what’s meant to happen.
Mike is a good listener, and I am always thankful for people you feel you can easily have real conversations with. He had his own stories about life, but of course, those are his.
The trip was all at once exhausting and refreshing and I realized that being a good listener and a friend to somebody is sometimes the best thing you can be.
|(these are almost completely unrelated photos from camping with Lisa, the bride, last year. We forgot our camera for the wedding. Again! (except we were too far to go back this time) Congrats Lisa and Scott!|