On Wednesday I hosted a girls night at my house. This was a new group of friends to me, all of us moms from school or the neighborhood, we'd all just completed a meditation course together and I thought it would be fun to know one another better.
The very first woman who arrived asked to use the bathroom, and I showed her to my powder room with the gold Oh Joy wallpaper that I love so much. A few minutes later I heard frantic knocking. I thought it was another guest, so I ran to the front door because, as luck would have it, the lightbulb in my porch light had broken off in the socket, so I was stressed about welcoming new friends to my dark home.
The knocking was not coming from the front door, the knocking was coming from the bathroom. Courtney, the first guest, was still in the tiny powder room.
And she was stuck. I called for The Gorilla. My face burned red. I tried to pour wine for the other women and make awkward jokes and all the while poor Courtney good naturedly stood in our powder room while my kids pushed toys under the bathroom door.
A screwdriver was produced. We couldn't get the 1920's doorknob off or to turn. We tried to work in sync: You turn counter-clockwise and I'll turn clockwise! We jiggled. We threw our weight against it. Nothing.
Finally, my very new friend Courtney graciously opened the window, stood on the toilet, and jumped into dense foliage in the middle of a dark Hollywood yard where she'd never been.
I was mortified. If there was a need for a meditation group....
I'm going to Israel on Sunday and will be gone for 9 days. (If you get the Secret Posts, you already know this. And thank you for those who have sent me your Holy Land thoughts.) I am as nervous about this trip as I've ever been, more than traveling to Sri Lanka or to Haiti. It's an incredible opportunity. I am honored and humbled and all those things, but I'm mostly freaking out.
I have a post or two that will go up while I'm gone, but if you want to follow the journey in real time, I think I'll mostly be on Instagram.
This week on the HH facebook page, we had a really interesting discussion about little tweaks that have the biggest impact on your day. I shared mine about butter, and you shared yours about everything from laundry to water intake. I learned lots! I also explained (pre-Oscar win) why I loved Birdman so much, and believe it deserved the Best Picture win.
For your weekend reading pleasure:
- I have no desire to read 50 Shades of Grey or see the movie adaptation, but I thought this was a really interesting take on the box office numbers, and more importantly, how women figure into this movie-going equation:
Women want to see movies that are made with them in mind. The quality of these movies is of secondary import. We want good, Oscar-worthy films made with us in mind. We want R-rated comedies made with us in mind. Sometimes, we also want trash and sensationalist bullshit made with us in mind. (Just like men — I know, crazy, right?) We want to see evidence that studios want our money — that they have remembered that we have money, and moreover, have the wherewithal to spend it wherever we want.
- I've just discovered the On Being podcast and it is really, really good. (I started with the Brene Brown episodes, because I love her, but also especially loved Thich Nhat Hanh and then Reza Aslan.)
- I haven't made it all the way through this article yet, but I'm sharing it anyway because I think an understanding of this is pretty important, and obviously relevant. From The Atlantic, What ISIS really wants.
- And this, something that our household has to think of often in The Gorilla's line of work: Watching 'Saturday Night Live' in an age of ISIS. It's a tricky thing. It is a whiplash on social media, one celebratory birth announcement followed by an atrocity demanding our attention. Our brains and hearts are taking a beating seeing these things back to back, at the same time we're growing accustomed to it. As always, I think simple awareness is the best antidote.
I'm spending every ounce of the next few days with my family before I fly overseas. This will be an adventure!
Happy weekend to you.