A month ago, May and I visited the Cleopatra exhibit. I was going to do a bang-up job describing the dredged-up treasures on display and the things we learned, but then, in the snap of a wig, my life changed.
I was going to mention how the Romans looked down their long, well, Roman noses at Cleo. She was a slut to them and she and her Egyptian subjects were all going to hell. The Romans further hated Cleo for bewitching both Julius Cesar and Mark Anthony.
Never mind that she was brilliant, had studied at the famous library of Alexandria, and spoke at least five languages. After the Romans destroyed her reign, they also destroyed all images of her, so that the world is left with only descriptions of what was said to be the most beautiful woman who ever lived.
Imagine the Romans being scandalized by the Egyptians! We think of the Romans as decadent and debauched. Seems they were trollish little prudes compared to the party-hearty Egyptians.
I recommend this exhibit, but I want to tell you about my life. I’ve been trying to lease out my home in Claremont since May. While I was visiting Northern California with my college roommate, Joyce, I got the word -- a lovely family wanted to lease my home. I had to be out in 12 days.
Hello, stress, good-bye Claremont. I packed boxes, my friends and family packed boxes. I found the Real Rock & Roll Movers on Yelp. They put my things in Door to Door storage units and, as their name suggests, they ROCKED!
The day of my move was a comedy of reversals and surprises, starting with the flat tire on my van, a steady drenching rain, and continuing with the scary fact that my five storage units were filled within an hour of Robo and his Band of Merry Men’s arrival. I needed more units.
That night, I was invited to Charlotte’s birthday and the Cleopatra in me was ready to party. I sat at the bar of Tokyo Something, enjoying a frosty libation and congratulating myself on a day well executed despite the bumps. Odd... no one I knew was walking through the door.
I texted John, who told me they were assembled at a different Tokyo Something. I arrived stylishly late. Since there was sushi, mochi and sake, and it was John’s treat, things worked out great.