I did feel some sadness at Farrah Fawcett's passing, however. For one thing, she was just so beautiful that she was fascinating to look at. Almost unreal. But in a larger and much better sense, she displayed such grace and courage in the face of her illness. I liked that she was shaking her fist at cancer almost until the end, when she gracefully accepted it. I don't know much about her other than that - I wasn't a fan, didn't keep tabs on her. I watched the documentary of her fight with cancer that aired on TV about a month ago, and I was impressed with her spunk, and her love of life. I'm sorry she didn't get to grow up to be an old woman.
On a lighter note, I got to go out with my son Scott last night to grab a bite to eat, and have one of our famous nosh sessions. This is where we have a good time eating, and he tells me a lot about what's going on in his life. The evening did not disappoint. Every since he was a little boy, I've always been impressed with his thoughtfulness, and the pithy things he'll say. He is a young man of great depth and perception, but also great quirkiness. I like that. He makes me laugh. He reads books, loves movies, and has a (so far) nice girlfriend, who has the thickest hair I've ever seen. I mean that in a good way - it's incredible. But I digress.
We had a good time, as we always do. I took Scott with me to a business dinner a couple of weeks ago with physicians and sales reps, and he totally held his own. My sales reps loved him. He's clever, funny, and smart - as are all of my kids. *nodding vigorously* We have a good time together - sometimes too good. That's when L retreats to the sanctuary of his office for the rest of the evening, to get away from the hilarity and noisy silliness of it all.
So in conclusion: I don't miss Jacko, I'm a little sad about Farrah, but my kids totally make me laugh. Most of the time. Life is good.