I think I might be married to Julia Roberts
Well, metaphorically speaking…
Diane found herself in the role of organizing a huge funeral dinner at church last week. The deceased, a beloved personality, had requested that everyone have a full-press sit-down dinner with ham, turkey, potatoes, veggies, pie, the works. So organize she did, by Facebook and email, and people signed up to bring food, and she applied her extensive professional knowledge of food service, and it was a big success, but not only for those reasons. One friend was heard to remark; “Everyone wants to make Diane happy!”
It’s true, and there’s a reason. They want to see this:
(Jeez, she looks about 30 in that picture. Joy is a time machine…)
I read somewhere that the plot of every Julia Roberts movie is the same: she smiles and the audience is happy. Then something bad happens and she stops smiling, and the audience is unhappy, and therein lies the dramatic tension until something good happens and she looks at the camera and smiles again, and all is right with the world. Roll credits!
- The funeral was for Earl Kaufman, a free-thinking person equally at home in secular or church context. His elegy, written by his cousin, is well worth the read. Early in his life he sojourned in the Unitarian church and even (gasp!) became a Democrat. When I met him, he had returned to the Mennonite church where he remained an anomaly all his life. Lest you think Mennonites are all stuffy and anti-technological, he was an amateur pilot and gave MrsDoF her first airplane ride.
- I swiped the elegy from The Normalite newspaper because they don’t seem to have permanent links for individual articles.