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Eat the Watermelon and Sing

 

The Month of Lauren had some amazing moments and I thank everyone who thought of me on the big day. I am very lucky! The month also had two notable losses. 

One of them was the untimely demise of a 53-year-old former colleague of mine. He was always very supportive of me, good-natured and funny. I haven’t seen him in four years but it seems like yesterday. “I’m on Team Lauren,” he would say as he greeted me with a big smile and exuded positivity.

The other loss was my guitar teacher’s 82-year-old mom who was in the hospital for quite a few weeks before dying a few days after Mother’s Day.  I had never met her but opted to show support by attending her memorial and get a mental snapshot of the person who had brought this encouraging and witty wordsmith, my guitar teacher, into the world.

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You, Sir, Are a Rude Dude!

Dear Voracious Readers:

Sometimes I wish I could just throw the letters from a Scrabble game on the table and see what words develop to inspire my next post. I got hooked on Scrabble on New Year’s Eve. I have always liked puzzles, so this wasn’t too surprising. I’m not going to lie, it’s much more entertaining with alcohol in one’s system, but I digress.

I am fortunate enough to live a few blocks away from the movies.  For the most part, the viewing experience is a wonderful escape.  However, I can think of two times that standout as somewhat uncomfortable. 

The first one when I saw “War Horse” with my mom.  It was a full house.  I had volunteered to move over a couple of seats so that a woman and her mom could sit together.  I got the seat with the gum.  But, mom assured me it was there from an earlier movie we saw so it shouldn’t be sticky.  So much for doing a good deed!

Although, it was kind of funny because someone ended up spilling popcorn on her and if I hadn’t moved, that would have been me or my mom…but I digress, once again.

The previews start and to my left, I hear the daughter, probably in her 30s, uttering the most annoying sweet sigh as if one was watching “Bambi” for the first time. My mom and I exchanged amusing glances after the first sigh.  

Meanwhile, on the other side of us in the back of the theatre, I could hear a symphony of disgusting noises.  Snorting, coughing and other unpleasantries.  We really thought this guy was going to be somewhat repulsive.  Sometimes when we heard a noise, my mom and I grabbed each other’s arm in comfort as if we were watching a horror show.   Read the rest of this entry

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