A girl I follow is like 300lb and pregnant. She calls herself skinny.
I love that for her. I’ve spent a lifetime calling myself fatass. And it seems to have manifested that way. Perhaps I should try the other?
Anyway, I had a marvelous time (ruining everything) in D.C. this weekend.
Met SO many people.
I always meet people when I travel. But the quantity and quality always seems to go up in D.C.
Anyway I met two nurses. Jasmine from the Hill District in Pittsburgh. I’ll have to post more about her because we had SUCH a good time at the bar at Citizen M in NoMa.
The other is Monica.
There were 39 people on my JetBlue flight from DCA to PBI. (And probably not many more than that on my Southwest to BWI two days earlier.)
Anyway, the 39 of us were crammed into my row over the wing, essentially.
They had let me keep my 14A seat after (apparently) everyone canceled. They moved Monica to 14B.
Meanwhile there were like 20 open rows in either direction.
Balance, they say.
Anyway, we talked the whole flight.
She was a nurse until a health episode forced her into retirement two years ago.
We got to talking about how our moms loved us and how different it is now that they’re gone.
How we travel to keep from sitting at home being sad.
Monica was a nurse in her previous life.
She said her best friend is a labor and delivery nurse still. But Monica preferred working with end-of-life patients.
She explained that there are two “thin places” … where the veil between life and death is thin.
You just KNOW she’s speaking my language, right? The veil isn’t thinning, I always say, around Halloween. Because it’s a veil. It’s always thin.
Like me!
(Trying to emulate that girl I follow while eating pumpkin spice loaf I grabbed from the Levain in Georgetown. Still fat!)
Anyway, she thought that might be weird to talk about on a plane. I laughed and said no, Mom worked in a funeral home. Death care is the family business.
And I agreed, I’d rather see a light go out where there was at least SOME life lived. Even though it’s never long enough, except when the name tRump is involved.
Anyway, I suppose I should go to work. But I wanted to remember “the thin places” where life begins and ends.
As for these not-so-thin places …
I def felt Mom hanging out with me at the Georgetown Waterfront.
And I am convinced Cocoa is back on earth and up for adoption at Crumbs & Whiskers.
Also I may be crazy enough to go back to G’town and adopt her.
Film at 11 from The Crazy Places that refers to my brain right now.