[note: I fixed the photo on ‘the end of an inning’ post!]
‘e’ is for Eriogonum vimineum… better known as buckwheat, a common Texas wildflower (not pictured). It’s wildflower season down here in Texas right now. I love the messy, casual, simple imperfection of wildflowers.
‘e’ is for elephant walk… one of our many, many Aggie traditions. Have I mentioned that I love my school? I love it.
‘e’ is for E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial… one of my first movies in a movie theatre. I actually met Dee Wallace when I was working at CHOSS. Her daughter, Gabby, was one of my students for a week and had to leave early. I had no idea who her mother was, only that she’d be picking her up after dinner. When I answered the cabin door, there was Elliot’s Mom! Elliot’s Mom!!! Gabby was also in class with John McVie’s daughter. Haley Joel Osmet’s mom was a chaperone that week… but he, of course, was off filming a little movie with Bruce Willis at the time. It was a crazy week for me.
‘e’ is for Eric Clapton… a musical genius. I don’t remember not knowing his sound.
‘e’ is for escalators… of which I have a mild phobia. Actually, now it’s simply more of a hesitation… a stutter. Every time I’m about to get on one to take me down, I panic a little. One of my earliest memories is of being a [cute and charming] toddler… only 3, maybe 4… and being separated from my mother who was pushing my brother in a stroller. She got on the escalator instructing me to follow immediately, but something went wrong. I stumbled over that awkward first gap, fell, and was caught by a stranger several moving steps below. I can still see his face. In my 30 year-old memory, he looks exactly like Ward Cleaver.
‘e’ is for empty… or, alternatively, the opposite of full. Our gas tank has kissed empty on several occasions when my husband is driving. Sometimes, his sixth-sense about how much further we can go and still be ‘totally fine’ is, um, completely wrong.
‘e’ is for East of Eden… a semi-autobiographical novel of Steinbeck’s and one of my favorites. It’s unbelievable… and was even before Oprah gave it her stamp of approval. I’ve also just discovered that it’s a movie featuring my boyfriend, James Dean, from 1955. How did I miss this?
Happy Monday from us down here in Tejas 🙂 See you Thursday. I’m off to rent a movie…