Wow, it's already the 14th. Oh, man. Here are five things:
1. I missed the super moon because right after I put on my shoes to go look at it, the baby woke and I helped him get back to sleep. Then I was too sleepy to go see the super moon.
2. Robin Williams died. I remember that the night Mork & Mindy premiered I was being babysat by a friend of my mom's and that I made it very clear that I would require a television tuned to the appropriate station at the appropriate time. I remember crouching in someone's attic apartment in front of a tiny black and white television, watching Mork through the snow (bad reception). I felt then that he (Mork) was a representative of the kids, somehow, and that I had done my duty. Later I had the doll and the suspenders. I went as a "weirdo" one year for Halloween. I'm not sure if I was wearing the suspenders, but I was wearing a button that said "WHY BE NORMAL?" and a toilet paper roll decorated with stars over my sideways ponytail. Somehow, I now realize, this was an homage to Mork. As an adult, I preferred his serious moments. The sadness peeking through seemed real and human and vulnerable. And, yeah. I guess it really was. I guess we're supposed to be as loving and gentle to each other as we can. An homage.
3. I don't know what's happening in Ferguson, MO. My country. This is us. Part of who we are. All of it.
4. Here's Lauren Bacall singing "How Little We Know."
5. The fifth thing is the unknown. The shakiness of that. The mystery. How good changes are coming. How change is difficult. How it is wondrous.