Literally. This post was supposed to be for yesterday. Just go with it.
Feb. 2 = Groundhog Day! Might be just me, but this day (yesterday) will forever reside in my top 10 list of the coolest things our country cares about.
Amidst a most bizarre media frenzy they disrupt the poor creature from what, I'm certain, is a most wonderful nap. They TALK to Phil, and fully BELIEVE this groggy and clueless animal as it predicts the weather forecast for the next 6 weeks! Oh, and then someone makes an awesome movie about it.
"Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today"
This too happened today (yesterday):
Through a series of too-confusing-to-explain-and-you-don't-really-care-anyway events, I ended up at lunch with a woman from New Zealand. Me love some foreigners. We had a great conversation filled with me uneducatedly asking her about her country and she answering with patience and detail.
At about 75% of the way through the lunch, someone else at the table asked this woman if she and her husband had any children. Turns out she had a daughter. Antonia. Who died at the age of 9. Today was Antonia's birthday and she would have been 20 years old. She said that Antonia always talked about her birthday being on Groundhog day. She never really knew what her daughter was talking about, but today she opened up the American paper and it all made sense.
She went on to share these great things about Antonia and the immense impact she had in her short 9 years; how even though she can't do life with her anymore, she will forever be impacted by the perspective and influence Antonia brought to life and the world it's lived in.
I don't usually do sad things on the blog because I can't write about them without sounding like a total sap, but I just don't have conversations like that everyday. Or witness pain & healing so up close: raw and real like that. And it related to Groundhog Day. Of course it did. The days we live and the things we do and the people we love ain't nothing to be taken for granted.
...now stepping off the soapbox.
LOST premiered tonight (last night). This was, yet another, no small event in the life of The Muse. I'll spare y'all the too-confusing-to-explain-and-you-don't-really-care-anyway details, but it was good. It was real good. And for someone who's never watched an episode of LOST in real live TV time (thank you Hulu), it was quite the experience.
Did Jack jump out of the TV and propose we spend the rest of our lives together?
No. So yes, it could have been better.
And then I woke up tomorrow morning (today) and Washington had turned into Narnia. A girl just can't complain. It was a gorgeous, snowy ride to work. Way better in the Pollock Tahoe than the Fairfax bus.
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