-as heard while watching the 2008 Japanese
Film “DEPARTURES”
Twenty-five years ago today:
May 9, 1987
Saturday
This morning I went for a jog to the end of the beach. Then I chose to walk back. I was feeling as though I needed to break myself in if I plan to do the BAY TO BREAKERS run next Sunday. It’s not for sure…but I may do the run.
Stewart Western called.
“I’m running tomorrow at Golden Gate Park.”
I almost felt like he was inviting me but he didn’t actually ask.
“Are you going to run the BAY TO BREAKERS?”
Stewart answered, “Oh no, I’ll be in Reno next weekend.”
I relaxed for a while and went to Ashley Marie’s Birthday party. Ashley is three years old now (as of yesterday, the official day).
Last night I made rounds by going to MACY’s and getting mom a Mother’s Day gift of a cool umbrella and some eau de toilette de Paris perfume. Tony’s birthday is May 12th, so I bought him a belt and a lint brush (it’s what he wanted). I found Ashley a toy and an outfit.
I left Ashley’s party per my Grandma’s request to drive her home to Oakland. Mom and Dad left early to go to mom's brothers' home in Castro Valley for his HouseWarming party. I had mom take a picture of me, Dad and my brother, Tony.
When I returned to my house I just wanted to lounge. I rented HALF MOON STREET and THE JOURNEY OF NATTY GUNN.
Mom and Dad called me after they returned from Raymond’s (mom’s youngest brother) House Warming party. So I took the videotapes to their house and watched the movies with them.
HALF MOON STREET was another Sigourney Weaver film. She plays a doctor at some Institute in London who is frustrated by her job and begins moonlighting with an escort service to supplement her income.
THE JOURNEY OF NATTY GUNN takes place during the Depression years where a twelve year old girl is left behind in Chicago by her father to look for work in the timber industry. She runs away from her guardian in search of her father and befriends a wolf and hops a train and is presumed dead after the train crashes and her wallet is found.
January 5, 1994
In the book I am beginning it says that it is easier to remember bad things than happy ones, that happiness is the hardest thing to describe, and I believe this. When I want to think about happiness, I think about Ogunquit, Maine when I was a child, about playing in the sand in the dunes because then, at four, I was allowed to take off my bathing suit and enjoy the sun and the wind.
-May Sarton
At Eighty-Two, A Journal
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