Friday, June 17, 2011

It's a bird . . . it's a plane . . . it's JORDAN!

Jordan called me from work last week, Excitedly, he asked me to guess what he'd be doing on Tuesday of this week. Knowing he was going to be on vacation, and remembering that it was Jordan who was asking the question to begin with, I knew the sky was the limit. Coincidentally, he announced he would be going skydiving! I asked if I could come and watch and he agreed. I was SO excited for him! He had initially brought up the possibility back when he was 16, although he says earlier. I'm all for people fulfilling their dreams and I was delighted he would scratching one off his wish list.

Tuesday, I packed up Jack and off we went. It's a lovely drive there, about a half hour away from the house, and I highly recommend the scenic route to the highway one. I arrived to find la belle Érika, his girlfriend, waiting there along with my Julia and her boyfriend, Philippe. I looked around while Jack went bananas - it's a new place with tons of new places to pee on, after all! It wasn't long before Jordan came out, looking positively dashing in a red flight suit and black harness. I know you're probably all fed up of hearing me say this by now, but DAYUM! I made some incredibly good looking kids! I asked Jordan whether he was nervous, already knowing the answer. 'No, I'm just excited about going!', he replied, almost jittery with impatience to board the plane. Within minutes, he was called into the building and only minutes after that, out trooped a lot of about a dozen people, who boarded a small aircraft. He turned, grinned and gave us the thumbs up sign before hopping aboard.

The plane took off from a short runway and in the matter of a couple of minutes, we could still hear the plane but it was too high to be seen. We joked, watered Jack and talked some more until suddenly, la belle Érika announced she could see the jumpers. We all looked up to see a smattering of specks in the sky, which became increasingly larger as we stared at them. As we stood there, wondering which one might be Jordan, Julia announced with certainty that her brother was the one with the grey parachute. Now, you all have to understand that these two have a freakish connection. The day I called Julia to tell her about her brother's plans, she told me that she had a vision of parachuters before I even told her where he was going! As I told Érika that day, Jordan and Julia are twins who were born two years apart. As we stood there at a picnic table adjacent to the landing strip, I suddenly heard a loud 'whoosh!' and three single jumpers flew over our heads before landing nearby. The tandem jumpers were a little longer in coming down, probably to ensure they get their money's worth. As they neared the ground, Jordan became easily recognizable ... in the grey parachute. Julia beamed, reminding us all that she had known all along. Jordan and his co-jumper came to a beautiful landing - Jordan's knees barely buckled but that's my Jordan ... anything Jordan has ever tried, he has succeeded at with minimal to no effort. He is his father's son.

After getting unbuckled from the actual parachute, he and his co-jumper headed our way. After I had thanked the other guy for not killing my son (yeah, I really did!), I turned my attention to my son. His cheeks were pink with excitement and his eyes were shining. He jabbered on about how exhilarating it had been, giving us details we couldn't possibly have seen from where we stood on the ground. He left to get rid of his flight suit, returning with his certificate and a request for sponsors ... because now, he wants to take skydiving classes!

After hugs and kisses, the kids all headed off. I walked Jack back to the car and looked up to see them all waving to me from their cars. I was immediately struck by one thought ... I wish Kevin had been there too.

In his excitement, Jordan forgot to pick up his pictures before he left, so the following day, I returned to Parachute Montréal to pick up the CD. I got a chance to speak to their on-site photographer while I waited. The company has been operating for four years total, two years at the present location. There are between 10-20 flights that take off per day, obviously more on the weekend than on the weekdays. Weekends can find them with as many as 400 parachuters in a single day! Safety-wise, they have never had a crash, no jumper fatalities and injuries have been limited to the extent of sprained ankles and such, mostly to the newer single jumpers, she informed me. I think based on his experience, Jordan would highly recommend their establishment!

The following day, I talked about it on Facebook. I'm not quite sure just how she managed it, but my bestest friend from elementary school, Sandra Sergeant, managed to get me to agree to jump next year, to commemorate our milestone 50th birthdays. "Friends from the beginning of our lives 'til the end!", as she put it. (Insert nervous laughter here!)  Funny girl, that Sandy!

Several of my friends have since remarked about how glad they were that their kids haven't wanted to skydive or how scared I must have been. Well, I really wasn't. I was almost as excited as Jordan was! I'm delighted that my kids are all adventurous and for the most part, fearless. I'm all for having dreams but what kind of a life is it if they only remain dreams? Life is meant to be lived, not just dreamt about.

And now, enjoy the slew of pictures of my gorgeous son, Jordan  :)

The plane
Suit up!


















The confident wink

Suited up!



















So confident, so Jordan!
Eager to take off



All aboard!






Which one is MY kid???




Julia was right - he IS under the grey parachute!
Almost down now ...



















Could he look ANY happier?








Julia makes sure that Jack stays in the shade




















Sunday, June 12, 2011

Such a lovely place . . . such a lovely face . . .

It's been almost a week since I returned from my trip to LA. Strangely, time moves with lightening speed in the state of California because I can swear I blinked twice and it was time to return to la belle province again!


Getting there: I had Julia drive me to the airport early. WAY early. Although my flight was leaving at 6am, I didn't want her driving home from the airport at 4:30, half asleep. I figured I could easily waste time at the airport for a few hours so we left the house here at 1am. She dropped me at the arrivals, hugged me, listened to my mini safety lecture (for the hundreth time) and off she went. I entered the airport and found one other soul trolling around the emptiness. He smiled and kept his distance and since I'm Canadian, I knew that made him safe. It was then that Julia texted me (after pulling over, she later told me) to say that our goodbye had been too short, that she already missed me and wished me a great time in LA. (Have I mentioned that she's my favorite daughter?) People began streaming in and before I knew it, lights were flicked on. Check-in began shortly after 4am. Fast forward and I'm boarded, safety belted and landing in Toronto. Fast forward again and I'm boarded, belted and taking off for LA. Leaning against the window a half hour into the flight, I give in to the fatigue and start to doze. I awake about 10 minutes into my slumber to the sound of the pilot announcing our return to Pearson. It seems there's a problem with the fuel delivery system. Nothing dangerous, he assures us, but reason to return all the same. He veers right and I look down to see nothing but water beneath us. I try to block out all the pictures I've ever seen of luggage and life vests bobbing in bodies of water amid twisted fuselage. I'll spare you any further details except to say that all things added up to a FIVE HOUR DELAY. Yeah. Definitely worth missing a night's sleep for! Yet, with all that, my lift was STILL late. HA! (I only make mention of this because anyone who knows me knows the L in Lainey stands for 'late'. So nice that for once, it wasn't me!)


Once there (the highlights): I visited THE coolest cemetery - Westwood Memorial Park Cemetery. Nestled smack in the middle of busy LA streets lined with skyscrapers, you turn your car into what seems like the ramp of a parking lot, only to find yourself in the entrance of a cemetery! Park your car right in the cemetery and then walk around, where you easily get lost in the beauty, stillness and celebrity of the place. I have no idea how long we were there, but there wasn't a marker there that I don't think we stopped to read. Yeah, it was cool to see where Dean Martin, Natalie Wood, Buddy Rich, Eva Gabor, Rodney Dangerfield and a slew of others are buried but I was there for one reason and one reason alone ...
Marilyn Monroe 1926 - 1962


(Yes, those are lipstick prints. No, they're not mine!)
Some quick and fun MM facts: The stone is permanently discoloured from all the people constantly touching it. Hugh Hefner has bought the space beside her. The guy buried above her was s'posedly flipped in his casket so he would be facing MM forever ( ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶ ). Being buried near her (and there ARE spots available) will cost you a minimum of $750K. She was the first celeb buried in that cemetery (chosen by Joe DiMaggio, because two of the women who had cared for her as a child were buried there). 


It was surreal. I tiptoed. We whispered. I stood in awe. And now, I can die happy. I stood where MM lies. Not only that, but I got to see where she lived and died! Well, ok ... I didn't 'see' it but I was there! She lived on this road that offshoots from a regular busier street. But her's is this weird lil street that's really a crescent/cul-de-sac type deal, where the fences are high enough to obscure any view of the houses behind them and no one posts their actual address, so scaling the fences would be useless. Not that I would have scaled a fence. Not me. No. I wouldn't have done that. Never!
12305 Fifth Helena Dr, Brentwood, CA

Highway 23 N. Officially my new favorite highway, second only to the road that climbs Le Salève, in France. What a freakin' trip! (Pardon the pun!) This is an awesome highway to climb and next time, I so want to take it again ... but going down! Not for the feint of heart, the incontinent, acrophobes or altophobes or any other phobia having to do with incredibly narrow roads that wind incessantly and include more hairpin turns than any F1 course I've ever seen. And, if you're lucky enough to ride it in a spankin' brand new Z4, you have died and gone to automotive heaven! This is not to be confused with Philip Taylor Kramer, a bassist with Iron Butterfly who actually DID go to heaven (or did he?) after purposely driving his van off this road in 1995. 


Apart from that, some great meals - one cooked at my host's home, where I made some kickass risotto (translation: no one died from food poisoning!) and enjoyed some stellar company. I knew leaving would be difficult unpleasant hard to bear rough heartwrenching.


... ♪  ♪  I had to find the passage back to the place I was before ... ♪ ♪  ♪



Leaving there: Air Canada, you're a triple D airline (Delivered to your Destination with Delays). I finally made it back to PET 1.5 hrs late. Jordan and Julia texted me while I was connecting in TO to say Julia would pick me up at the airport instead of Jordan. While waiting for my bag, Julia called to say she had arrived. I realized then just how much I'd missed my kids. I get outside the terminal, still talking to her and looking around to locate her. Looking over, I see this tanned, long legged beauty walking toward me and I stop, smiling and wondering how I managed to create someone who looks that good! She hugs me like someone who hasn't seen me in weeks or months, instead of the mere 4 days since my departure. She grabs for all my bags, leaving me completely empty handed and leads the way to the car. She opens up the back door and out leaps Jack, trembling with excitement. Reaching into the front seat, she whips out a bag from Mickey D's, announcing that there's a Filet-o-Fish inside. Do I have a cool kid, or what? She's lost sleep bringing me to the airport and then picking me up again, brings along my puppy to join the welcome home party and stops to get me a snack too! Yep, she is definitely my favorite daughter, hands down!


So, back to life in Repen. And missing everything ... and everyone ... back in LA. *sigh*