…the one that a TV talk show host thought you would be writing before you passed. He said, as I remember it, after a spicy interview with you in 2011, that we hadn’t heard the last from you. I wanted you to keep telling me that the whole aging thing was amusing but that if was working out ok for you, what with your hair dye and all those lovely restaurants. I wanted you to keep telling me how to cope. Maybe address things you hadn’t mentioned, like gee what to do when the grim reaper comes for you.
But that is life, right. There comes a point when we are just done, like it or not. I listened, yesterday, to an NPR interview you did in 2006. You made a really interesting point, you said that you only had a finite number of meals left so you told dining companions you didn’t want to waste them on mediocre restaurants. I like that, but what I like more is what I understood today about the meanings I constructed for myself from your work. Here are some:
Ok, the aging thing isn’t good, but we can still try to look good. ( And in your case, you did a darn good job. )
The neck thing isn’t going to get better, so I guess I better Get Over It.
If I don’t die my hair soon, I’m going to look like the old “50” .
Lack of money is a wonderful motivation to really create something priceless.
And there really is no excuse for bad manners.
That is just a smattering Nora, I’m sorry you died so young. But I sure am glad you lived.
For an excellent piece on Nora Ephon’s kindness, the following link to a good article demonstrates it: