No…not the movie, or the main combatant for the Predator. Actual aliens. If the stereotypical image of them; skinny elongated bodies, large heads, is true to form, and the state of things with the majority of this populace continues on its trajectory, would anyone be surprised to stumble across E.T. asking this lamppost for its leader?
I dig the idea of a corner. It can be something to turn, a new route to investigate, a new future to redeem, a new point of view to gaze upon. It can bring two paths crashing together, causing spilt coffee, lost groceries, or soul mates. But I think that last scenario only happens in Hollywood “feel good stories of the year.”
The possibility, however, is there.
My Grandmother turned a corner a week ago today. For the better or for the worse, I guess depends upon which point of view you take on the after-life. I vote for the better, being the optimist I am, and knowing my Grandfather as I do (did?) I’m willing to bet he had the place all ready with some chocolates, roses and “Roll Out the Barrel” on the old phonograph. Maybe they’re in Paris, retracing the steps they took on their honeymoon. They have some catching up to do as it’s been 20 years since he left her side.
She was 87, lived a long life, survived everyone but her son, 5 grandchildren, and 6 great-grandchildren. She died in her sleep and knew she was loved by the ones she cared about. If only we all could be so lucky.
There’s a part of me that misses her immediately, and yes I’m sad. But there’s another part of me, that is in a way, happy, that it is over. Happy she has turned a corner and now sees a new path in front of her, one that doesn’t include doctors telling her what to do and what to take, a path that is limitless in scope, hopefully defined by her wildest dreams.
I’ll miss you Gaga.
It’s hot, humid, sticky and I’m feeling rather listless. And as I’m very much a list person, that means I’m generally f*cked. And so too, are you dear reader, should you have come here today hoping to find any bit of wisdom or insight as to why I do what I do.
I apologize for having none to offer other than I get off on walking around taking snaps like the one that follows. But you already knew that, right?
Maybe tomorrow I’ll have more to give. Until then, I’m booting the offspring out of the kiddie pool and finding a bottle of ice cold beer.
Oh, wait, here’s a bit of nuggetty wisdom. Summer in Boston is a suck pit of suck.
