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<\/i>. I picked it up this morning, and found myself laughing out loud reading the first chapter. I actually spit coffee out through my nose. <\/p>\n— I’m getting surgery on Tuesday. I’ve never had anesthesia and am a bit anxious about it. <\/p>\n
— But let’s hope the surgery does the trick. This health situation cannot continue. <\/p>\n
— Juggling freelance gigs is strangely satisfying while at the same time totally nervewracking.<\/p>\n
— I know when I decide to re-organize my DVD collection that I am deep in the throes of procrastination. <\/p>\n
— On Halloween night, Jen and I spontaneously went to go see Monsters<\/i> at the Sunshine Movie Theatre on Houston Street (unfortunately for us we were on the “wrong” side of the parade when we wanted to get home in a timely manner). Monsters<\/i> was garbage. Afterwards, Jen was in the Ladies Room, and I sat waiting for her. Out of the Ladies Room came Lauren Hutton. She was alone. She had on bright red corduroy pants and Hi-Top sneakers. This is the second time in my life I’ve seen her in the flesh. Once, she was on a flight back from LA that I was also on, and she was sitting in first class, in a pale blue sweater, reading a newspaper. I have no idea what movie Hutton was going to see, by herself, on Halloween night, but she was openly weeping as she walked by me. I have always loved her, and now I love her even more. Going to the movies alone on Halloween night at the Sunshine. And crying as she walked out. <\/p>\n
— I went up to Siobhan’s for dinner this past week. Michelle was there. Siobhan had made delicious chili and corn bread. There was a bottle of Wild Turkey. Ha! We talked about everything under the sun. It was so good to see Siobhan. She’s busy with school work. I didn’t get to see Ben, he was “at prison”, as I was informed. (He does workshops with prisoners, but still it was a funny moment. “Where’s Ben?” “At prison.” “Oh.”)<\/p>\n
— Just finished a wonderful biography of Gouverneur Morris, he who wrote the Constitution. I only knew a little bit about him: that he had a wooden leg, that he wrote the Constitution, that he delivered the eulogy for George Washington, and that perhaps apocryphal story of him taking the dare from Alexander Hamilton to go up to the always-formal Washington and address him in a familiar back-slapping way just to see what would happen. It did not go over well.<\/a> That event may have never happened, but I love the story anyway. He shows up in every biography of “those guys”, and he is always a likable and amusing presence, so it was fun to get to know his whole story. The book is Gentleman Revolutionary: Gouverneur Morris, the Rake Who Wrote the Constitution<\/a> — I’ve been gorging myself on film noir. <\/p>\n — Jean and Pat’s new baby is due this month! Lucy is about to be a big sister!<\/p>\n — My mother is coming down to help me recover from surgery. I am very grateful. <\/p>\n — I have moments where I am suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of well-being. The most recent happened when I was driving to the beach on a sunny cold morning. I suddenly felt good to be alive, overwhelmed, actually. The opposite still happens. I suppose I’m still getting over last year. But when that wave of well-being pierces me, I always take a moment to revel in it. There. Aren’t I lucky to feel that way? Aren’t I lucky to be alive?<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — This is an endless week. I already can’t see to the end of it. — I have never read Where Angels Fear to Tread. I picked it up this morning, and found myself laughing out loud reading the first … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.assoc-amazon.com\/e\/ir?t=thesheivari-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0743256026\")