A few days ago, a friend posted on Facebook about meeting someone famous and asked us to share our experiences. I replied with a couple of my own, but I just now remembered the most oddest of meetings.
MANY years ago, I went to the wedding of an acquaintance, who just happened to be marrying Robert Duvall’s son, Shane. Well, Robert wasn’t there, but his daughter, Shelley, was. Can I just tell you? She was an odd one. My one experience with her was running into her in the hallway of the hotel where the wedding and reception were being held. She was on a payphone (I told you this was many years ago) and was arguing with someone about an upcoming project and the contract terms, and chain smoking cigarettes as if the world was ending.
Didn’t fit my impression of Olive Oyl at all! 😉
Anyway, even though she was occupied, when our eyes met as I walked past, she took a moment, not at my request since I didn’t wish to disturb her and I simply don’t leap at famous people – they’re just people, and deserve to be respected as such – and stopped her conversation, said hi, asked me how I knew the newlyweds (I did several clinical rotations with the bride while I was in school), and chatted with me a minute. At first I thought she was a bit of a diva with a ‘tude (based on the tiny bit of the phone call I heard), and perhaps she was, but Ms. Duvall was very nice and certainly didn’t have to stop and bother with a small conversation with a stranger in a hotel hallway in Houston. So, I like her.
I don’t care about the dress. I’ll be happy enough to never hear it spoken of again. There. I said it.
In other happenings…
While I was visiting my sister in Maryland this past Thanksgiving, we watched a show on the Smithsonian channel, called “Aerial America.” Mind: blown. I love it!! The premise of the show is that it focuses on one state per episode, fly videographers all over the state filming the terrain, points of interest, towns, cities, etc., and then put the video together with a detailed narrative of what we’re being shown. Imagine my happiness when I got home and discovered my cable package has this channel! The episode we watched at my sister’s had us flying over Maine. Tonight, I was shown Mississippi.
Aerial America isn’t my usual type of show to watch, but it’s fascinating and informative. I can’t get enough. So, go. Watch it. Enjoy.
(This is not a solicited endorsement or advertisement about the show or the channel, just me rambling on about something I enjoy.)
While the duties of my job are administrative in nature and out of the public eye, at times I’m called upon to pinch hit in other areas of the store. I’m still a bit nervous when someone asks me a question about products or where to find things – I have very few of those answers yet, you see. But late last week, a gentleman asked me about patching a ceiling where he had to cut through a specific textured finish to do some re-wiring. And don’t you know, I knew exactly what he was talking about and practically waxed poetic on the process! Hahahaha!
I’d like to thank the Academy, my mom, my dogs… 😉
Seriously, I like to think that the time I spent with my Mor Mor and Gramps the summer I was 15 had something to do with it. That summer, as my Gramps was a wood crafter and enjoyed watching shows on TV with that theme, we spent many an hour watching This Old House with Bob Vila and Norm Abram. Waaaay back in the day. Since that summer, while I’m not a big DIYer, I have loved watching home improvement shows and the like. The whole time I spoke with the customer, I could literally see those old shows running through my mind and my Gramps in my thoughts (he’s never far from them, anyway). I’ve been cycling through those old memories ever since. Makes the missing him part sting a bit sharper, but makes the fun and pure enjoyment of the times we spent together that much sweeter.