Here’s a little lesson on empathy, from the movie 13 Going on 30.
Back around 4:30am on January 13, 2014, I pulled into a rest area in Virginia after staying in Virginia Beach for a while (and experiencing a tornado warning there), and found this cat waiting for me.
An Alutiiq petroglyph tattoo. From this Alutiiq Facebook page.
A few people I’ve talked to recently who have (or had) cancer told me they can clearly remember the moment when their doctor told them that they had cancer.
In my case I do remember the conversation with the doctor, but that was more of a formality. When I picked up the phone to talk to her, I already had a pad of paper and a pencil in hand, and I was ready to write down the details she was going to tell me. Because in my case I was pretty certain that I had cancer when I saw the ultrasound results a few days earlier.
Wow, how embarrassing. It has taken me *years* to realize that when I run on all fours in a dream that I’m actually a dog (or maybe some other four-legged animal).
I finally realized it this morning when I was running like that and came up to a group of human friends, and one said something like, “Hey, look over there, it’s your new friend.”
When I looked in the direction he was pointing I saw a group of people who didn’t look familiar, and a black dog. Just then the dog came running at me. When it got to me it started licking and biting me and I thought, “This dog is crazy, why doesn’t someone get it off of me,” when everything suddenly made sense.
If you’re interested, you can listen to one of my favorite songs, Temporal Dominoes, by Marian Call, at this bandcamp.com link. I first heard of Ms. Call when I lived in Alaska, and she performed at Vagabond Blues in Palmer, Alaska. This song and another one she created called Anchorage are two of my favorite songs that I first heard in 2014. (Temporal Dominoes is very upbeat, Anchorage is more mellow, but I like them both.)
One year for Christmas I got a bunch of cookies and a car charger for my phone. It was a good Christmas. :)
While the Super Bowl was a disaster (from a Denver, Colorado, perspective), I’ll try to remember February 2, 2014, as the day I watched Love Actually. Still a favorite quote:
“Okay, dad. Let’s do it. Let’s go get the shit kicked out of us by love.”
James Garner passed away in July, 2014. I know he was in many good movies and tv shows, but I’ll always remember him in The Rockford Files. Every episode had at least one car chase, cigarette smoking, a phone call from a pay telephone, and drinking. In most episodes he was helping a “damsel in distress,” in which he often held her elbow (or upper arm) as they walked. I won’t say it was a great show, but for some reason (him), you just watch it. It was one of the first shows I watched when Netflix came around.
I can appreciate this sentiment, seen outside a local Whole Foods store.