{"id":2403,"date":"2005-02-14T11:39:44","date_gmt":"2005-02-14T16:39:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2403"},"modified":"2022-10-09T15:57:18","modified_gmt":"2022-10-09T19:57:18","slug":"weekend-snapshots","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2403","title":{"rendered":"Weekend snapshots"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8212; A Friday night gathering with dear friends Beth, Betsy, and Mere (you know &#8230; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2392\">my &#8220;clique&#8221; from high school<\/a>.)  We sat around Beth&#8217;s dining room table, we drank wine, we talked, laughed, told stories, we ate so much food that we scared ourselves and finally had to just push the damn plates away.  Beth&#8217;s house is a haven for us.  We convene there as often as we can.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; A post-sunset walk on the beach with my sister and her dog.  The sand was flat, hard, and the tide was very low, leaving the beach wide and long.  The coastline curves around, and you can see the orange lamplights shining through the night, like a necklace.  Jean&#8217;s dog had a ball of a time &#8211; he&#8217;s a black lab &#8211; so we couldn&#8217;t really see him in the darkness, but we could hear his collar jingling, as he raced about.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Lots of conversations about Arthur Miller.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; A clothes-shopping extravaganza with my mother.  Excuse me, but Marshall&#8217;s ROCKS.  I got something like 7 pieces of clothing for 70 bucks.  And we&#8217;re talking really nice name-brand skirts, cool shirts &#8230;  I felt greedy and very excited.  I love my new skirts.  (Jean, they&#8217;re the brand-name you recommended &#8211; member the chick you pointed out at D&#8217;Angelos?  There&#8217;s a ton of those skirts at Marshall&#8217;s and I got two.  I <i>love <\/i>them.)<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; My dad made a wood fire.  I loved walking up the flagstone path to the front of the house, and you can smell the smoke from the chimney.  Such a homey cozy smell.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Dinner at Giro&#8217;s &#8211; a restaurant\/bar that has always been there, it is a landmark &#8230; I haven&#8217;t been there in years.  Funnily enough:  it was just bought by a person I grew up with, his family lived across the street from mine.  I remember him as a small freckled mischievous 5 year old boy.  Jean remembers that he had a bike with an orange banana seat.  And now &#8211; he is a tall married man, his wife is pregnant, and he owns Giro&#8217;s.  He came over to the table to say hello to all of us, and it was just awesome.  He looks EXACTLY the same, except that he is 6 feet tall.  And time keeps rolling on &#8230; Nice to meet those people again, the ones who knew you when.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I walked down to the pond at the end of my street.  It&#8217;s now frozen, and someone has placed benches out on the ice.  The trees surround the pond, bare ranks of grey and brown.  There&#8217;s much more snow up here than there is down in New York.  I used to go skating on that pond when I was a teenager. I dragged Mere along once, as I recall.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; I hung out at Jean and Pat&#8217;s on Saturday night, after we came back from Giro&#8217;s, and we watched Saturday Night Live, guest-hosted by the new love of my life: Jason Bateman.  And Kelly Clarkson was the musical guest.  Now &#8211; that girl has some pipes.  I think she has an inCREDible instrument &#8211; member her singing &#8220;God Bless America&#8221; at, I think it was the first game of the World Series?  She did a great job &#8211; she&#8217;s got one of those God-given gifts in that voice.  So I do not know WHAT she was thinking with the hard-rock songs she chose &#8230; her voice is made for big power ballads.  There was something weird about having an electric guitar jamming out &#8230; her voice was drowned out.  Strange.  Not a good choice.  Also &#8211; Kelly: did you really knock over that microphone stand?  Why?  Are you like a hard-rock chick now?  I don&#8217;t think so!<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Tearing through <i>East of Eden<\/i>.  I can&#8217;t stop.  I&#8217;ll write more of my thoughts on it later.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212; Somehow, my parents and I got to talking about &#8220;Google&#8221; and how it has changed our lives.  Oh, I know how it came up.  It was because of the &#8220;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=2333\">bimulous night<\/a>&#8221; thing.  It&#8217;s hard to imagine life without Google now, it has changed research, etc.   My dad is a librarian, and he said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know <i>what<\/i> librarians will call themselves in the future &#8230; and what their job will actually be anymore &#8230; but it sure won&#8217;t be what it was in the past.&#8221;  Later, he said, in regards to where the profession of &#8220;librarian&#8221; is going, in lieu of Google:   &#8220;I feel like I&#8217;m a blacksmith in 1910.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8212; A Friday night gathering with dear friends Beth, Betsy, and Mere (you know &#8230; my &#8220;clique&#8221; from high school.) 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