Isn’t it weird how at one point we all come from somewhere we don’t remember? Lately this thought has brought me small amounts of comfort when I think about the fact that, should the people I know suffering from “terminal illnesses” retreat to a place no one really understands, it might not be so terrible because at one point everything came from somewhere no one can describe and at least no one’s ever described the place they were before they were conceived as sucking worse than falling in a volcano or eternally waiting in line at the DMV.
I have a neighbor who has a deck that extends over part of our house. I can never really hear him, except that he putts a golfball around up there every three hours. Sometimes I think I can’t hear him talking because he’s quiet, but that he must hear me because I’m not. If he can hear me, then last week he would have known that I was trying my best to throw together a surprise party for a husband who is so nice and patient and loving and selfless that he sold his beautiful boat so I could follow my dreams to become a writer; for a person who sometimes holds the door open for people for so long that you think he got lost; for someone who always leaves their shoes out and kisses me softly on the head before he leaves for work; for a person who says “Right on!” and “No worries” and “I’m always on your side”.
Sometimes hosting parties is a whirlwind of: What can I bring? And I wish I’d had more notice! And Did you get a group photo yet? Let me feel your belly! Oh my gosh you’re so BIG! And I’ll be there as long as my dentist appointment in Tijuana goes well.
Actually, usually throwing parties is at least a little bit about of all of the above, but this one was also about good weather, a new South Swell, double sessions, lots of Pacifico, suspecting the hot tub was peed in and almost every character from Scott’s beloved, crumbling, old apartment in Mission Beach showing up at the right place. It was about a mud pie that didn’t melt and a group-gifted new surfboard on a day when the rail of Scott’s favorite board got smashed.
It was about one of the guests saying, “You know where else is just like here?… Nowhere.”
Maybe it is like nowhere or maybe it’s like a place we don’t remember or think we don’t know anything about.
+Have a good weekend and happy Easter if you celebrate!