Curiouser and Curiouser
Star Trek Next Generation is on SciFi Network.
I got the cheapest DVD player at Best Buy, but we can't figure out how to make it work with our ancient TV. I didn't even know the TV was ancient. Velvet was well on the way to solving the mystery when friends arrived. Now the fiesta continues - but he's been a good son and checked with me prior to inviting kids over. More impressive, he arranged his plans so we could have dinner together. It's hard to lament the television status as long as there is some variation of Star Trek available.
As my happy little world spins around in the rabbit hole, I'm going to take comfort in the fact that Whoopi Goldberg straightened out the space time continuum. I have a feeling my personal space time continuum will get realigned this week when I have dinner with a dear old friend on Thursday. She and I rediscovered each other at the New York premier of Why We Wax. One of the men in the film is best friends with this amazing woman. She and I were big buddies before I got married, and she met Velvet when he was just a few days old. I'll call her Pineapple Head since that was our nickname for her back in the days when we were all secretaries at a major public relations firm. She had a weave of very long braids tied into a top knot that resembled pineapple fronds sprouting from the crown of her head. On her, it was all together charming.
We haven't seen each other in years and years - since the funeral of one of my all time favorite people who was Pineapple Head's best friend in the world. Our friend, who had her own Public Relations firm specializing in Rappers, died when she was 31 from a blood clot in her leg.
Her funeral was at a Baptist church in Newark. That day I saw some rappers sing gospel that could have blown the roof off the church. Then an old, old lady whose skin looked even darker in her white dress, white hat with netting and gleaming white shoes, sang "He's got His Eye on the Sparrow," tremendously off-key and filled with the bliss that goes along with making a joyful noise. I wished I could be a Church Lady that day. It has to be a great comfort to have that kind of faith.
Finding Pineapple Head now that my marriage to Buzz Kill is behind me and Velvet is on his way to college brings me back to the beginning of my life in New York. Hopefully coming full circle will nudge me back on the right path. Lately, the path has been a little twisted.
I got the cheapest DVD player at Best Buy, but we can't figure out how to make it work with our ancient TV. I didn't even know the TV was ancient. Velvet was well on the way to solving the mystery when friends arrived. Now the fiesta continues - but he's been a good son and checked with me prior to inviting kids over. More impressive, he arranged his plans so we could have dinner together. It's hard to lament the television status as long as there is some variation of Star Trek available.
As my happy little world spins around in the rabbit hole, I'm going to take comfort in the fact that Whoopi Goldberg straightened out the space time continuum. I have a feeling my personal space time continuum will get realigned this week when I have dinner with a dear old friend on Thursday. She and I rediscovered each other at the New York premier of Why We Wax. One of the men in the film is best friends with this amazing woman. She and I were big buddies before I got married, and she met Velvet when he was just a few days old. I'll call her Pineapple Head since that was our nickname for her back in the days when we were all secretaries at a major public relations firm. She had a weave of very long braids tied into a top knot that resembled pineapple fronds sprouting from the crown of her head. On her, it was all together charming.
We haven't seen each other in years and years - since the funeral of one of my all time favorite people who was Pineapple Head's best friend in the world. Our friend, who had her own Public Relations firm specializing in Rappers, died when she was 31 from a blood clot in her leg.
Her funeral was at a Baptist church in Newark. That day I saw some rappers sing gospel that could have blown the roof off the church. Then an old, old lady whose skin looked even darker in her white dress, white hat with netting and gleaming white shoes, sang "He's got His Eye on the Sparrow," tremendously off-key and filled with the bliss that goes along with making a joyful noise. I wished I could be a Church Lady that day. It has to be a great comfort to have that kind of faith.
Finding Pineapple Head now that my marriage to Buzz Kill is behind me and Velvet is on his way to college brings me back to the beginning of my life in New York. Hopefully coming full circle will nudge me back on the right path. Lately, the path has been a little twisted.
posted by PENolan at
9:52 PM
7 Comments:
I could use a Guinan in my life!
and even more interestingly.. i had never seen that episode, even though I own all the VHS tapes. Well, not any more... I gave them to Alpha Slacker, Trekkie My Son (-:
Well, thank Buddha Whoopi figured out the space-time continuum. We are all safe now..right? ;)
Imagine where we might be without Whoopi - I shudder at the thought. :)
Old and dear friends are the best kind. One of mine lives in NYC-- I haven't seen her for two years but whenever we get together, it's as though no time has passed and somehow we are infinitely suspended, mid-moment, as the hours and months and years have slipped by.
Friends help us remember our dreams, laugh at our short-comings, and enjoy the very best that life has to offer.
Hope you have a superb time, PENolan.
I'm pretty sure that space is a safer place with Guinan behind the bar.
Skyewriter, how much longer til you have to defend your dissertation?
Thanks for asking, PENolan. Actually, I defended it three weeks ago today!
I think our blogging paths crossed shortly after that, and my spazziness has lingered, so I understand why it may seem as though I am not yet done.
I deposit it with the university one week from tomorrow--hate the formatting hoops, but I'll do it if it means I don't have to write another dissertation ever again. :)
Hi there-
Oh my - I love that you and 'Pineapple Head' reconnected. I love the whole syrupy novel idea of it.
And ya gotta love that Whoopi!
I am still down with this sickness, on antibiotics now - ick.
love you
Gail
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