Famous people, and an accomplishment
I'm reading I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron (after a mega-long library wait) and I'm enjoying it. She has a fun, witty, snappy style of writing that I admire. Among other things, the book includes a list of advice to younger people. She says that any part of your body that you hate at 35, you'll miss at 55. I wonder if this is true. D feels that people involved in the movies are super-preoccupied with appearance, and chances are we won't even notice our necks at that age. We'll see :)
Anyway, I got to thinking how I had the opportunity to meet Nora Ephron, and didn't. She came to speak at my college. So did Hillary Clinton. And what did I do? I worked a shift at the campus snack bar. I don't think it was even my own shift; I agreed to sub for somebody. Meanwhile, my roommate at the time not only went, she was so excited that she liberated some of the POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS yellow tape and stuck it on our wall.
One person I did take the opportunity to meet (or rather, see and hear him) was Ray Bradbury. He was not at all what I expected. The story I remember best of his was about rain, how this little girl didn't want it, and there was a drought. So I thought he might be kind of sad. Not so. He was one of the most cheerful, energetic people I've ever met. He was practically bouncing around the room. It was cool.
My accomplishment (stop reading here if you're squeamish) is: I finally got an appointment with a certain kind of doctor. Ashley calls it the PM. In New York, PMs are a rare and elusive breed, and you have to hunt them on the savannah, much like agents. It's a competitive sport. Sometimes it takes four months to find one. Sometimes you get an appointment for four months from now, then they cancel it without explanation. (It's true.) I was demoralized by the whole savannah hunt (I haven't been to the PM in six years), but I opened my Aetna directory and called a PM today just for the heck of it. And what do you know, they had a Friday appointment.
Miracles do happen.
Anyway, I got to thinking how I had the opportunity to meet Nora Ephron, and didn't. She came to speak at my college. So did Hillary Clinton. And what did I do? I worked a shift at the campus snack bar. I don't think it was even my own shift; I agreed to sub for somebody. Meanwhile, my roommate at the time not only went, she was so excited that she liberated some of the POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS yellow tape and stuck it on our wall.
One person I did take the opportunity to meet (or rather, see and hear him) was Ray Bradbury. He was not at all what I expected. The story I remember best of his was about rain, how this little girl didn't want it, and there was a drought. So I thought he might be kind of sad. Not so. He was one of the most cheerful, energetic people I've ever met. He was practically bouncing around the room. It was cool.
My accomplishment (stop reading here if you're squeamish) is: I finally got an appointment with a certain kind of doctor. Ashley calls it the PM. In New York, PMs are a rare and elusive breed, and you have to hunt them on the savannah, much like agents. It's a competitive sport. Sometimes it takes four months to find one. Sometimes you get an appointment for four months from now, then they cancel it without explanation. (It's true.) I was demoralized by the whole savannah hunt (I haven't been to the PM in six years), but I opened my Aetna directory and called a PM today just for the heck of it. And what do you know, they had a Friday appointment.
Miracles do happen.
Comments
PM--that's funny, never heard of that term. lol
Good luck to you. I went once and that was good enough for me. I'd rather die of cancer and yes, I know it's terrible. It runs in my family. So chances are I will. But that's how bad it was.
I have started to attend readings of authors I like. I met Jack Whyte, who wrote a great seres on the supposed origins of Roman England and how Arthur and Camelot came to be, and George R.R. Martin, who's in the middle of writing A Song of Ice and Fire series. Very good, and very entertaining readings.
blackcrag - hee. i like it too. i need to go to more readings...they have a bunch at a barnes & noble near me.
PM. I definitely like that one.
I haven't been in a few years. I didn't realize it was such a hard appointment to get. Maybe that's only in your area?
Regarding people missing the body parts they hate, I hate my boobs and my butt.
But will they dissapear or just slide farther down? Can they possibly slide farther down?
Enquiring minds want to know.
nice piece of writing here, bearette.