Today was packed full of great comments. The magic started when MissInformation and I were looking at a website about Alison Arngrim and, subsequently, ended up watching one of her recent interviews. She was discussing her book and role as Nellie and told the reporter, “I’m weirdly grateful to have played the bitch all this time.” Later in the interview the reporter asked her about Michael Landon and she replied, “He was very much like Charles Ingalls, except when he wasn’t.”
After that magic, MissInformation and I went to a meeting with some rather entertaining colleagues. Eight Extra Years was sharing comments made by some of his clients and we were all having a laugh. For example, when asking historical information a client replied, “I’m half white, half Canadian and proud of both.” Go Canada, eh! When asking another client about his family he stated, “My mother is like the brother I never had.” Who hasn’t felt that way? Someone with a brother, I guess.
As the meeting went on I found we made just as profound statements. We are in the midst of planning an annual event and Eight Extra Years advised us, “You don’t bring in people if you don’t draw a crowd.” A few minutes later, Calling The Dog shared some concerns and frustrations, “What’s not happening, that should be happening, well, I have no clue.” I then attempted to console her, “If you don’t know, you don’t know.” Pretty powerful stuff.
I stopped by OregganO’s and the magic continued. She was telling me a story about a friend and finished it with, “Whatever he had, he said he had it.” The stories were flowing, as was the wine in our glasses, “I really like the sound of pouring wine.” I agreed and wondered if other beverages had a different sound when being poured. As our time together was coming to an end, she looked at me with great intensity and said, “This is going to be really weird….” Just a side note, a preface like this will make something really weird, really quick. “….but, do you like eggnog, with whiskey? Or minus the whiskey. I just figured it is the holiday season and all.” She poured us each a small Dixie cup of holiday magic, took a sip and said, “It’s as good as I remember.” “It is good, has it been a year since you had it?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “we had some a couple nights ago.”