From a city where I turned 21, a long time ago, I wanted to say thank you to the loving Joyner family for having me tag along to their family reunion at The Jockey Club way back when to celebrate with Shannan, Beth, Tina, and Meganne, my wonderful high school girlfriends. I turned 21 on the dot in the Aladdin which is now where Planet Hollywood stands — that was such a great trip. Respects to Dick and Dottie Joyner who are no longer with us and were such kind, dear, fun people who made me part of their family during my high school years in Wheaton, IL.
Another day on this big beautiful blue spinning sphere. Thursday April 19th.
Last week I was recovering from a wee minor outpatient procedure and was groggy from the drugs they make you take. They slow you down on purpose which is annoying but necessary. Everything went well, and I’m fine so no need to worry. It gave me pause to take a couple of days off to rest.
Whenever one goes to the hospital, there is a touch of worry as weird things happen — that 1% chance of the “unlikely” is something you try to steer the car of your life away from but you aren’t in control of that trip always. So deep thoughtfulness pervades on those days.
I was standing next to one of the pieces of art at the event I volunteered for back in January — Into Action, a Celebration of Community Power and Cultural Resistance. A woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I would take her picture next to the piece. I, of course, said yes. She asked me, “do you know what this piece is,” I said, “I know the artist, but if you know more about it, please tell me as I’m learning the pieces to give tours.” The art did not have a source of where the quote inside the piece originated.
Oh Seattle, you have become synonymous with work for me. And not as much play.
I realize this after many trips in the past few years where I am running and driving from meeting to meeting and client to client and cursing you in a way. As I’m usually fumbling in a rental car, trying not to text, starting a conference call, and figuring out where the hell I’m going as I’m most of the time on the Eastside and also driving in the rain after 12 years of living in California.
I hope you are doing alright; but things seem a little rough with you. I see all the promise surrounding you, but you also seem to have some unnecessary baggage. I hate that you have to carry the pressure of all the resolutions that seem to make everyone a little crazy, until Valentine’s Day which makes everyone crazy in a different way. (At least that Hallmark holiday usually comes with a shitload of chocolate). And don’t worry we all know that New Year’s Eve (not technically yours until 12:01 am) is amateur night and has way too much expectation on it. Between you and me if you did smooch a random stranger just to kiss someone at midnight, don’t beat yourself up too much, it happens, good for you.