Funny How Time Flies

Bonus points if you can guess which song this is from!*

After my last post, I lost both my writing mojo and my knitting mojo, even though there has been plenty going on. Mom and I spent a four-day weekend with my aunt in Dover in September. We went to the exhibit of costumes from Downton Abbey and did an artists’ studio tour of Lewes, Delaware. I’ll probably do a post for each one of those so I can include lots of photos.

I started a tai chi class a few weeks ago. I’ve been wanting to learn tai chi for years, but never seemed to find a class that was reasonably close. I did learn a different form of it a long time ago, but always wanted to learn the type you see people doing in groups in the park. So I found a class at the Chesapeake Arts Center that started about five weeks. I knew it was going to be harder than just moving your arms around, but it’s harder than I thought. You do all the movements with your knees bent in a partial crouch, so you really need strong thigh muscles. There are some parts where I can get the legs right, or the hands right, but not both, but I’ll get the hang of it eventually.

In other news, the division of my company that I work in was sold to a large company, although the official public announcement hasn’t been made yet. We had our orientation last week, and although not much has changed so far, I’m sure there will be changes down the road. I’m actually kind of excited because working for such a big company will mean more opportunities for us tech writers. At orientation, I told one of the people from the new company that I would like to do more editing, and he said that there is lots of editing work, even some in our building. Woo hoo! And they have offices in North and South Carolina, which may come in handy in a couple years. More on that to come…

*Did  you guess Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears?

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Happy Birthday, gb

We met in 2007 when I walked into the restaurant where he worked, and I was in love the moment I saw him. He was so shy then, blushing and looking away whenever I smiled at him. I’m shy about talking to guys, so it took a few weeks before we even started talking, and even longer before we started talking on the phone. When his parents went back to their country for a few months, he started coming over to see me. He comes from a country where they have arranged marriages, and he’s a lot younger than I am, so we agreed that we would hang out together until his parents came back. But when they did come back, he told me that he didn’t want to stop seeing me, so we kept seeing each other.

We ended up staying together for 4 1/2 years. We went through so much together in that time: he finished his second Bachelors degree and his Masters, his family opened and closed a restaurant, my uncle and grandmother died, and I went on Jeopardy. Despite the age difference, our minds were on the same wavelength, and we fell deeply in love. Yet we knew we could never get married. If he hadn’t been so much younger than me, he would have resisted his family’s expectation that he would have an arranged marriage, but the nearly 20 years between us was just too much. I finally ended the relationship because I knew I needed to move on and find someone I could have a real future with. It was devastating for both of us. I cried for days; he took it really hard as well, even though we knew it had to happen.

He always worried about me living by myself, so even after we broke up, we texted a few times a week. Almost a year after we broke up, he went back to his country to get married. When he told me he had found someone to marry, I didn’t take it well. I was finally forced to admit to myself that we would never be together. But as long as she was still in their country waiting for her visa, I could forget that he was married to someone else. She finally got her visa and came here in June. Just before she arrived, I told him that we shouldn’t text each other any more. As much as I wish I could be with him, I don’t want to cause any problems for him, and I’m sure his wife doesn’t want his ex-girlfriend around.

Two and a half years after we broke up, I’m still trying to get over him. I’ve never had such a connection with someone, and I doubt I ever will again. He’s one of the few people where I care more about his best interest more than my own. I trust him completely, and I know I’ll never find anyone like him. So on your 32nd birthday, I wish nothing but happiness for you, my dear, sweet, wonderful, loveable, huggable, kissable gb. Ma timilai maya garchu.

 

Monty Python 1969-2014

It was 1976 or ’77. I used to go with my friend Lori to keep her company while she babysat. There was no cable in those days, so the only thing we could find on TV at 11:00 besides the news was this show on channel 5 that had people turning into Scotsmen, blancmanges that wanted to win Wimbledon, and other crazy antics. Lori didn’t like it and kept trying to get me to change the channel, but I couldn’t stop watching; even though I didn’t understand what was going on, I knew I liked it. Eventually, I found out that this odd show was Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

I was hooked. Over the years, I would watch it whenever I could find it on TV. I saw all the movies. I taped what I could off the TV. I finally got the show and the movies on DVD. I could recite the dialog in the sketches, complete with British accent. I read books about the group and the guys. I even have a bit of a crush on Michael Palin. You could say I’m a fan.

Which is why Sunday found me and my brother, who is just as much a fan, at a movie theater in Bowie to see the live feed of the final Monty Python show ever. They did all the favorites: Dead Parrot Sketch, Cheese Shop, Argument Clinic, Four Yorkshiremen, the Lumberjack Song, and of course the Spanish Inquisition. The show format was different from the shows they did in the past. They still had Terry G.’s animation and a couple of the filmed bits they showed at the Hollywood Bowl show, but this show had a group of dancers who did production numbers for some of the bits. I’m not entirely sure I liked the production numbers, but it was a new way to look at the sketches. They even found a way to incorporate footage of Graham into the show.

At the end of the show, the screen at the arena showed “Doctor Graham Chapman 1941-1989” followed by “Monty Python 1969-2014.” I have to admit, when I saw that, I had, uh, something in my eye. Yeah, that’s it. Even though they split up years ago, it’s sad to think that they’ll definitely never do anything together again. Monty Python influenced countless comedians, but there will never be another group like them. Goodbye, guys. It’s been a great time.