It dawned on me, upon reviewing my writing from yesterday, that I have apparently sort of lost sight of the focus of this blog. Rather than focusing on the small, brilliant moments, I've been writing on general impressions and mundane events. Time to fix that.
Thanksgiving, Part II - The bits I left out.
After dinner at Derek's, we all sat down to watch Home Alone 2, which I haven't seen in probably a decade or more. Turns out that movie is much more profound than I think anybody ever gave it credit for. I mean, Macaulay Culkin was certainly no Aristotle or anything, but he had a conversation with the creepy old pigeon lady that actually stopped all of us in our tracks as we were watching and chatting, so that we could appreciate what he was saying.
Also, Wal-mart did feature some pretty excellent conversations, mostly involving Brianne shouting "Hey girl heeeyyy!" at random strangers. They were so confused, I couldn't help but laugh.
Anyway, for today:
Woke up this morning to a breakfast involving homemade waffles at Brianne's place, watched Dustin argue with their broken water heater until it finally gave in and started working again, and then pretty much went straight into work. A regular customer came in and informed me of a memorial service being held on Sunday night for a well-known local man, and told me that the dress code for said memorial service involved at least one piece of tie-dye clothing or ski equipment (Apparently the fellow very much enjoyed both of those things), or something similarly celebratory/amusing/outlandish. I was delighted to hear this - coupled of course with sorrow in learning that he had passed away - as this is EXACTLY the sort of thing that needs to happen more often, and I was not exactly subtle in my excitement about the whole thing, which made my customer laugh like I haven't seen her laugh in a long time. It was glorious. Don't get me wrong, I completely understand and respect that the passing of a loved one is a sad thing, but I'm a huge advocate of the philosophy that a memorial service is for celebrating the life of the person, rather than emphasizing the loss. This fellow, the one who passed away, was very clearly of the same mindset, and his memorial celebration will certainly be one of the more lively events of the year, to locals at least. I wish I had known him.
So between my excellent morning in Pullman, and a fantastic, though brief, conversation with one of my favorite customers, it was a pretty good day. More adventures in absurdity, etc. when students get back and I'm not selling my soul to my job every day...
QOTD:
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant." - The Doctor
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