Did you watch? Did anyone watch the last Letterman? I’ve been trying to stay awake for it the past 3 weeks or so. Once they started advertising the end was near I started making a conscious effort to stay up for it. I will admit I had about a 45% success rate. I remember specifically wanting to see Julia Roberts and frumphph (sound effect) as soon as he introduced her out I went. Last night we stayed out in the “big” room (the living room) so I had a better possibility of staying awake and I am happy to report that I made it through. I’m feeling a little like I’ve lost a friend today, not ever losing a friend I’m 100% sure that it’s not the same, yet I’m feeling a loss of some kind. Another end of an era. I mean I’m not going to lose sleep over it, but all these endings make me think about how long I’ve lived. Letterman was on for 33 years. My son Zachary is going to be 33 this year. I mean his entire life time (so far) Letterman was on. Admittedly I was not a true-true follower. Not that I ever watched Leno, I never got his humor. Seems like that should be a Match.com question. Leno or Letterman? Now it’s the battle of the Jimmy’s. Jimmy Fallon or Jimmy Kimmel. I like them both. I just tend to watch Kimmel because that’s the news we watch. Anyway, there were some years there where I thought Letterman was a little weird and I wasn’t getting his humor so much. I believe after his heart attack his show picked up and his real personality was showing through in some of his interviews and guests and well I liked him again. And now he has the nerve to retire. I’m a sucker these days for nostalgia. I just can’t believe the twists and turns, ends and beginnings of my life. And when these TV shows have all these flashbacks, well then so do I. It’s downright emotional I tell you.
I visited my old lady today. I asked her if she watched it. She said she’d never seen it. It was on too late for her. She said she never saw Johnny Carson either. Never. That seems hard to believe. What else is there to do at 11:30 at night? When I walked in her room today I asked if she was busy and she said “no, just thinking.” I bet she has a lot to think about in the way of nostalgia. She has 96 years to think about. Even in my 56 years I think about all the different lives I’ve had. High school, Edinboro, Miami, married, not married, children, grown children, houses that are your home and then they’re just gone (sold, by choice) but so many ends. Does that sound like I’m looking at the glass as half empty because I’m focusing on the ends? So let’s turn that frown upside down…all the beginnings, Edinboro, Miami, married, not married, children, houses, Carlow, Peggy (just seeing if you’re paying attention), apartments, Philip, Florida, Jorden, Zenah, Palm Harbor Middle School, Lynn speaking…. Lots of beginnings. I need to focus more on the beginnings and less on the endings. From now on I’m not watching any show finales. Only new shows for me!
This weekend marks one year that we have lived together, in Florida, in this house. One year ago I was packing and still working at PPU up until the bitter end. Jordan walked me home with boxes and we cried and cried. One year ago Sally showed up at the last-minute and helped me with my kitchen or I would have never gotten out of there. One year ago we pulled out of Pittsburgh and although I always look back, I don’t know that I’ll ever be back, permanently that is. We all know that I come back to visit. But visiting is not the same as living there. I have limited time, lots of babies jumping all over me and boys that I need to catch up with. And then I’m gone again. It’s my mother’s fault. She should have a house there still that we can all come “home” to and crash for weeks at a time. But nooooo, she has her home in Virginia where we all crash for weekends at a time. Although I’m starting to stretch out my time in Virginia too. My brother is there now for 3 weeks!! That’s a long time. I do love it there in Virginia. I’ve been going to that house all my life. Actually I lived there for the first 3 months of my life. I’m not sure if that makes me a rebel at heart or not. I do tend to like the south don’t I?
I’ve got a roast in the crockpot on this hot-hot spring day. It’s in the 90’s all week. No end in sight. It’s not horrible but it is hot. It’s Florida, I’m happy. We will be looking for a Memorial Day parade this weekend. I will miss going to Diane’s with Starbucks and walking down to meet the girls at Mellon Bank and seeing the boys driving their convertibles. I believe Beaver has a Memorial Day parade too that Philip went to on the weekend that has something to do with us meeting. So Memorial day is our landmark beginning. Wonder what new beginnings this year will hold?