Okay, so one of the first things that comes to mind when I think of the letter L is this lovely song by the famous Ernie & Bert of Sesame Street fame:
Heehee! La, La, La, La, Linoleum! Gotta love it. It dawns on me that we’re a little Muppet heavy in this A-Z challenge. Nothing wrong with that, right? I’m just sorry I missed Grover. Maybe he can make an appearance on S day.
Luna Lovegood. I adore Luna Lovegood, and in fact my facebook name has Luna as my middle name. It was amusing when one of my uncles (Uncle Larry–another L!) thought I had seriously changed my middle name to Luna, having already changed my first name to Faith. I guess that says more about me than it does about my uncle, eh?
Here’s Luna wearing her totally awesome lion hat. Rawr!
I mentioned Uncle Larry a few sentences ago. I also have an Uncle Lee. They both totally rock, even thought they’re both totally different. I love them both.
Longview. Uncle Lee lives in Longview with my Aunt Mary (tune in tomorrow when I tell you about her), and the incomparable Izzybella and I are writing a book that is partially set in Longview. It’s a smallish town in East Texas and is very green and very beautiful. My Mama and Papa (my mother’s paternal grandparents) built a really charming house out there that has, alas, fallen out of the family’s hands, and my Papa was a beekeeper. There’s a photograph somewhere of me at the age of 2 or 3 sitting by a little pond and my Mama bringing me some lemonade. Good memories, even if the only way I remember it is by looking at the photographs.
Lauren. Lauren is my hair stylists, and she always makes my hair look good. She was so patient while I was still in the growing-it-out stage, and loves it now that I’ve got it all cut off. The 2 or 3 hours appointments while it was long have given way to about an hour and a half. I look forward to visiting with her when I go get my hair done. She’s cool. So if you’re in the DFW area and need a recommendation for a good stylist, let me know.
Lester. Lester was a bluepoint Siamese cat, born around the same time the incomparable Izzybella was born. He was just beautiful–light fur and big blue eyes, like Izzybella, who is furless but has beautiful big blue eyes. He was kind of a fat cat, and he was more than a little stubborn. One of my favourite memories is from one night when my Dad came home late. Now my mother, bless her heart, used to make this meatloaf that had bran flakes in it, and it wasn’t all that great. But Dad, instead of sucking it up and telling her he didn’t really care for it, told her that he just loved it. So the recipe made it into the family cookbook as “Dad’s Favourite Meatloaf.” And she made it kind of a lot. Dad’s mistake. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Anyway, one night he’d worked late, and when he got home, Mom proudly presented him with a plate of food that included his favourite meatloaf. He kind of looked at it with this panicked expression, and all of a sudden Lester made this huge leap and landed right in the middle of the plate. He looked around with an expression of mild surprise, like, “Oh! Did I land in your dinner? I’m so sorry, dear chap. Better not waste the food.” And then he started delicately eating the meatloaf. It was teh awesome! I almost forgot to tell you about his favourite pose, one we called “The dirty old man.” He would sit and lick his privates with one leg sticking straight up in the air behind his head. And he invariably did it whenever we had people over that we just didn’t want them to see the dirty old man. I imagine, though, it’s probably a great yoga pose, minus the whole licking your privates part. Lester, at a ripe age, somehow got into some poison some neighbours had in their yard, and we arrived home from church one Sunday to find him having convulsions in the yard. We took him to the vet, and he had to be put down. The rest of that day, my mother, Izzybella, our brother and I just huddled together and cried. Pets have a way of getting into your heart, and Lester had definitely done that. I still miss him.
Lennon. John Lennon was one of my idols ever since I turned 15 and my uncle introduced me, via a “boom box” and cassette recordings of all of his Beatles records. Fast forward to my 17th birthday, and I was pouty because my boyfriend couldn’t take me out that night. I was at home and had the radio on whilst I was pouting, and I heard the news that John Lennon had just been shot and killed. I thought it was some sort of ghastly joke, but it wasn’t. So now I think of John Lennon every time my birthday rolls around. He created some amazing music, and I think I’ll always love listening to him.
I purchased a print of this photo, and when we move back to our house, it’s going up on the living room wall.
Dr. L, who has been my family doctor since 2000. My favourite doctor had moved out of the area, and she referred me to a different doctor in the practice. So my first visit with that doctor was a complete disaster. In the meantime, my husband had gotten very ill with what turned out to be pericarditis, and he ended up seeing Dr. L and just loving him. So when I couldn’t stand Dr. G, I decided to go see Dr. L. And that was that. He’s a fantastic doctor. I refer everyone to him, and everyone that’s gone to see him loves him too. He really listens to you, and I know when you’re in a practice as busy as his, that means a lot. That may mean you have to wait a little longer than you might like, but it’s worth it. Just take your nook or kindle (or ipad if you’re fortunate enough to have one), and you’ll be just fine.
So that’s it for L today. Unless you want to add Lunch, which I’m having with the incomparable Izzybella since I decided to take the day off today. Woot!