Monday, April 21, 2008

A Conglomeration of Anecdotes

I took a much-needed and long-overdue trip home to Joseph City this weekend. Nothing really fabulous was going on, but just being there with family is fabulous. I got to visit with my Mom, something I love doing. She's so good at listening. And when we start talking, all her latest interesting and fun stories come out and we both get a chance to get caught up.

I was able to see and play with all of my nieces. I never imagined that being an uncle would be so amazing. No, I don't have children of my own, but it's just crazy to interact with the children of my siblings! It's just so neat.

I was telling my Mom about a movie that my former Literature teacher recommended. It's an Italian-made film called Life is Beautiful. Mom got so excited because they had just borrowed the movie from Aunt Lil and had watched it and loved it and were excited to share it with me. That was neat -staying up with Mom and Jim to watch a movie until midnight on a Saturday night. We never did that when I was living at home, but here I was watching a movie, late at night with my 12-year-old brother and my Mom. Isn't that what college kids do? Apparently cool Moms do it, and allow their 12-year-old to do it too. She's not like other Moms; she's a cool Mom! (Alicia, you know what I'm talking about. Oops! I did it again! I poked my cyber-finger at her! She told me not to! It's rude to point, I know. Sorry.)

I can totally recommend this movie. It's a film about the Holocaust of WWII, so don't expect it to be completely happy or pleasant, but it is worth seeing. Heck, it's worth buying. I know I'm looking for it now. I can say that it's the most cheerful of all Holocaust films I've seen. I'm looking forward to a second viewing of it so I can glean more of the detail out.

I also had the chance to go put the calves into the corral down on the farm. That's right. I had no change of clothes. Wearing my Italian made Bruno Falconi shoes, I went out chasing cattle on foot through the dust, cowpies, and gravel. When you pay six dollars at Savers for such a pair of shoes, they somehow become more wearable, even in the messiest of situations.

Friday night, ---well, heck. I guess I should apologize. I'm telling stuff all sort of jumbled and out of order and, umm, conglomerated. I hope this proves more fascinating than irritating for my readers.
Friday night, my Literature instructor from EAC was in Flagstaff, and her daughter sent me a text saying, "My Mom wants to swing by and say hi. Cool?"
So how great does an instructor have to be to want to swing by a former student's bachelor pad and sit down for a visit? I love it. And since I'm a nut for literature and movies, we always have so much to talk about. This was seriously one of those moments in life where I felt like, "Okay, there are some great people in this world full of bean-heads. Mrs. David is awesome."

And upon leaving, she said, "If you're ever down in Safford, drop by and see us."
I guess English and Literature lovers who are also somewhat normal people have to cling to quality comradery when we find it. Otherwise we'd live very secluded lives, a bore to our friends and acquaintences, our enthusiasm confined to blog pages. I'm lucky to have a sister who relates to me in this aspect.

For not having anything fabulous to write about, I've sure exhausted the keyboard. So I'll leave you with this, in hopes that the editors don't shred it before it is published.


Alicia said...

I do find solace in our little literature chats. Julianne also provides more than ample conversation, but she's more for the gothic classics (comma) and I'm more for the classic classics. There is one we can all agree on, and that's Dickens. His sarcasm! I really think you put it into perfect words when you mentioned how we could bore others. It's true. I do. I'm so much lacking in my little English Appreciation chats that I think I may be becoming overbearing. I have too much bottled up. And I just finished another book. I threw another log on the inferno. And so I suggest, if ye be so brave, that we start a blog together. That's right. You me and the bloggin' machine. We don't even have to update it regularly. We can use it as an emptying place, of sorts. Our little corner in the universe where we can talk sports, tell jokes. Meet literature on it's own terms. Okay, I think I've seen Thoroughly Modern Millie a few too many times (yes and Lacy still enjoys it in Spanish. Si si). I'm sorry this is so long. It all goes back to boring people, that kind of thing. It's not my fault really. I think we were sort of born into the madness. But who did we get it from? I have a blame list:

1) Dad. He's always reading. If it's not the paper it's his Western Horseman. If it's not the Reader's Digest, it's a bunch of books about Washington (the president, silly).

2) Granny. Have you seen her book collection? She proudly sports the collected works of one Jane Austen. Bravo. And Kudos.

3) Nunna. I only wish she were here to talk to about all this. I know she'd have something great to say. She's so worthwhile.

That's my list so far. Do you know of any others? I'm sure I'm forgetting some relatives that have long left us (bless them) and they're looking at my computer now and screaming in my ear about how ungrateful posterity can be.

Repeated apologies for my length. It was great seeing you. Mom really enjoyed your last post. Esp. the bit about the bread.

golrak said...

Hi, I used to have some Bruno Falconi shoes (boots to be precise), they were my favorite shoes becuase they basically matched anything and I totally loved them. Unfortunately, I lost them in a fatal accident about two years ago, and haven't been able to find them in stores anymore, at least not here in the U.S. I would like to know where you got your Bruno Falconi shoes from, so I may order them or something. I got mine in Mexico.