Scars. Actual ones (not the type discussed in Lifetime movies) – we all have them. It’s interesting to me that I can be covered in scars, but can go years without noticing them. I have two on my left arm and one on the palm of my left hand, both from the same incident, that I noticed the other night. They’re right there, big and obvious. They’ve been with me since I was three-years-old and living in Barstow, California. I remember the event semi-vividly. My mom handed me an enormous glass jar and sent me what felt like leagues (but was probably only a couple hundred feet) away to collect water from a water fountain. Now that I have children, I recognize what an error in judgment this was on my mom’s part – sending a three year old with a jar bigger than her torso tottering off by herself to collect water. But this was the late 70s. My mom also let me stand up in the back seat of our car and she smoked in the grocery store while selecting vegetables, so I’ll give her a pass. You can see where this is going. I got to the water fountain, tripped, and fell chest-forward onto the concrete, smashing the jar against me and cutting my left arm and hand in the process. I probably could’ve used stitches, but I don’t recall being taken to the doctor. As a matter of fact, if my ever-faulty memory serves (which it rarely does), I believe we kept on with our day at the park. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: June 2012
I have memory problems. This is a result of a massive blow to the head that I received, courtesy of a drunk driver, about twenty years ago. I also post a lot of status updates on Facebook. These two things are related. I’m sure it’s annoying to all the people on my friends’ list who only know me peripherally. To which, my first thought is fuck them, it’s my Facebook page. Which is followed immediately by a second thought: oh, wait. No. It’s actually Mark Zuckerberg’s Facebook page, as he owns all of the content on there. But I like collecting random thoughts and tiny snippets of my day-to-day life in one location so that I can later go back and review what’s been going on in my own life. Funny things I’ve noticed. Interesting people I’ve met. A digital version of Leonard Shelby‘s tattoos, only less nefarious. So, I will now collect most of these here. It’s a lot easier and user friendly for me than scanning through a cumbersome Facebook timeline. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy them, too. ~6/26/12
Yesterday, I was walking into Trader Joe’s with my sons when Tolkien said to me, “Mom, how does it feel to be 38 years old and know that you used to be four?”
Missing this opportunity to marvel at my son’s brilliant existential curiosity, I went straight to the most important part of his question. “I’m not 38,” I said.
He looked at me. “Oh. Well, how old are you then?” he asked.
“Okay, well how does it feel to be 36 years old and know that you used to be four?” Continue reading