I have to admit something…
Are you ready?
I’ve never seen a Mummy movie with Brandon Frasier.
There. I feel better.
On to other news…
I was determined today to get the binding on Mo and Flam’s wedding quilt. This moving into the 18th month of their marriage, I MUST finish the damn thing. I have a baby quilt to make, afterall.
Binding a quilt to me is the worst part. I hand bind mine with mitered corners. My corners, until this quilt, have always come out all wonky. This time they are perfect!
So I had the quilt on the floor, making sure the binding I’d sewn together was in fact long enough to cover all four sides, for it would surely have sucked nasty pond water if I’d started putting the binding on, only to come up short.
T walked in and said, “Wow, it looks good, Mom. How much longer do you have?”
Walking around the quilt with pins in my hands, eyeing different sections, without looking up I said, “30 or 40 hours.”
I found him and me looking at each other as we realized the realization of what I'd instinctively answered.
Holy crap.
It’s the quilt… that just… won’t… stop.
And back to the funeral of last week for a second. It took me three minutes to drive to the cemetery. The Jewish cemetery is across the street from my neighborhood. We joked at work I could have ridden my bike but...
One, it would have looked tacky.
Two, its summer and there is no showering before a funeral.
Three, daggum, it was hot enough burying him at 1:30PM on a Hot Humid Florida July afternoon, let alone ride my bike.
Besides, we were all joking. Really.
But as I left his gravesite, I passed the site of a friend of mine's parents. What truly was the probability that of this massive cemetery, that I would find myself standing over the final resting place of her parents?
A flood of memories came back to me, of her sitting Shivah, of the vast devastation of losing her parents. And I'll be calling her later this week to see if we can get together.
I don't believe in coincidences.
So I said to my husband, "I saw Sarah's parents grave today..."
Hunhead: REALLY?
Me: Yeah. You know, that cemetery is really close to our house. I wonder if they'd let a non-Jew be buried there. I mean... if I were to die young, then y'all could just ride your bikes for a visit whenever you wanted.
Hunhead: *blink* You're not dying young. And no, you have to be Jewish.
I came really close to saying, "Maybe I should look into converting..." but I knew I'd get one of those crazy looks he gives me sometimes when I say something incredibly whack. Heh.
You can't die young -- not until the quilt is finished anyway. (By the by, if you're a practicing Christian -- not a follower of some "Christian" tradition, but a disciple of the rabbi Y'shua -- you're a Jewish as we goyim get.)
Posted by: Bob at August 3, 2008 07:32 AMYou didn't say anything 'incredibly whack' at all.
Posted by: Mrs. Who at August 4, 2008 12:05 PMBrendon Frasier isn't normally a yummy person, but in the Mummy movies he certainly was and also "The Rock" was in one of the Mummy movies (without Brendon) and he was totally yummy, hardly ever wore a shirt, yum-my.
Posted by: Quality Weenie at August 5, 2008 07:45 AM"You're not dying young".
That's what I tell my friends when they turn 40; they don't have to worry about dying young.
Did Hunhead slide that one right past you?
Posted by: Jerry at August 5, 2008 01:38 PM