David, David. It's never easy, I know. I'm so sorry.
Giles: I jump out of the circle, jump back in, and, and, shake my gourd. Buffy: Hey, I think I know this ritual. The ancient shamans were next called upon to do the Hokey-Pokey and to turn themselves around.
'Dirty Girls'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Beverly - Nov 22, 2010 10:18:31 pm PST #6926 of 30001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
billytea - Nov 22, 2010 10:30:07 pm PST #6927 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm sorry, David. That's hard.
DavidS - Nov 22, 2010 10:47:58 pm PST #6928 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
She was only 48. But to me she'll always look 18.
Well, she'd be pleased to know I was taking it so hard.
She was that person who waved her magic wand over me and made me not a geek. A good first lover.
She had skipped a grade so she was younger than me. She started college at age 17, and didn't turn 18 until the day before Valentine's Day.
She was very Buffistalike in many ways. Her love of Shakespeare, and typeface. She was...complicated. Not an easy, sunny personality. She was smart and sophisticated. A preppy New York Jew. A very biting sense of humor.
She thought I was a ridiculous bumpkin from South Florida and mocked my white painter's pants.
She tried to bully me about Greek mythology, but when I countered with more than just the usual Bullfinch fare she respected me. She even conceded some ground when I talked about Norse mythology.
I know she fell for me when I told her how much I loved Oscar Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose."
We only dated my Freshman year, and broke up weeks into my Sophmore year. But I have a picture of us at our college graduation and we're looking into each other's eyes and you can just see how intense that relationship was.
The last time I saw her was in the nineties, before either of us were married. We shared a bed - just sleeping, but kind of typical that she'd finesse that situation to create something memorable/uncomfortable/familiar.
When I finally wrote a decent poem (many years later) I sent it to her. She told me she hated it (it was about another woman), but I knew she really liked it because she offered to set it in type.
Like that.
DavidS - Nov 22, 2010 10:54:57 pm PST #6929 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Sorry if that's TMI, but she was a constellation in my life. Somebody I charted my life by.
Polter-Cow - Nov 22, 2010 11:15:10 pm PST #6930 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Thank you for sharing, Hec. It's lovely. It's important to remember.
Calli - Nov 23, 2010 12:59:16 am PST #6931 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, David.
Theodosia - Nov 23, 2010 2:52:51 am PST #6932 of 30001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I'm so sorry, David -- I've had a couple long-time old friends die, whom, even if I didn't see them for years at a time, harked back to happy times or at least shared memories. Signposts, indeed.
Just last night found out that one of my favorite people from Due South fandom died suddenly ("Bluster", for those who knew of her) who gave me a fair amount of encouragement and friendship at a time I really needed it. So sad.
I've been told that the worst part of getting older is not infirmities, but that a lifetime of lovers, friends and acquaintances die on you before it's over.
Sue - Nov 23, 2010 3:04:07 am PST #6933 of 30001
hip deep in pie
I'm so sorry David.
Jesse - Nov 23, 2010 3:06:15 am PST #6934 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Oh, David. I'm sorry.
Jessica - Nov 23, 2010 3:34:05 am PST #6935 of 30001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
David, I'm so sorry for your loss.