— Great game last night. I am not emotionally prepared for October baseball, but whatevs, it doesn’t matter. It’s here.<\/p>\n
— I miss Lucy. Hopefully I will get to see her real soon!<\/p>\n
— Speaking of October baseball, Miss Lucy had her first trip to Fenway last week.<\/p>\n
— I’ve been reading a book about Melvyn Pervis and John Dillinger for, oh, 4 months now. Actually, it’s about that whole crime wave at that time, and it’s quite good, and engaging, and all that, I just am moving slow as molasses. I have not finished a book since before my crack-up in June\/July. I keep putting perfectly good books down, unfinished, and I am determined – even if it takes me all year (which it looks like it might) to just finish the damn thing. I just read the Little Bohemia Lodge section. Baby Face Nelson was a wackjob. I have hundreds of pages to go. I read about 4 paragraphs a day. That’s my speed these days.<\/p>\n
— Gearing up for the reading of my script. Setting up a couple of rehearsals, all that jazz. I REFUSE to touch that stupid script until after the reading. Although I know I won’t keep that promise.<\/p>\n
— Trying to get back into movie-watching as well. Slowly but surely.<\/p>\n
— My siblings all sent emails today that made me laugh out loud. I love them all.<\/p>\n
— Hope brushed too close to a candle last weekend and set herself on fire. It only singed her fur, not her skin – she didn’t even realize that she had basically erupted into flames. I leapt on her and SLAPPED the flames out, terrifying her completely (“why has that lady gone completely crazy?”) – and our relationship has yet to recover. She is none the worse for wear, and I pick her up and cuddle her, saying, in a loving tone, “Hope, you were on fire<\/i> this weekend!” as though it is now a fond memory we share. She purrs like a maniac.<\/p>\n
— Today is so windy that the streets of New York have become a neverending series of slapstick comedy sketches. Women’s skirts blow up over their heads. People’s papers are whipped out of their own hands. I was walking on 16th street and I saw a paper plate rolling at what seemed to be the speed of freakin’ light, WHIPPING by me, headed towards the East side. I saw one elegant man, in a suit and tie, struggling into the wind, and finally give up. He began to walk in slow-motion, like a mime, briefcase in hand, and went all slo-mo, causing general hilarity among the passersby.<\/p>\n
— I was nervous about moving to an apartment building directly across from an elementary school. I’m a morning person. Would my mornings be disturbed by the cacophony of the arriving schoolkids and school busses? For some reason, no. The busses don’t pull up on my street, first of all, and the main entrance is not on my street either. But at 8:29 SHARP every morning, I hear some little pipsqueak (a different one every morning) first say The Pledge of Allegiance (in the very particular “I have no idea what I am saying and I take breaths in odd places because I have no idea what I am saying” cadences of school children everywhere) – and then lead the class in song, singing “God Bless America”. Again, with the small pipsqueak voice, sometimes with a strong Spanish accent, screaming “white with foam” at the top of his lungs at 8:29 in the morning … God bless America indeed. I have really grown to look forward to the ritual. “Oh, it’s a girl’s turn today!” I will think to myself, as the voice floats at me across the street. “Oops, he doesn’t know how to say ‘indivisible’,” I think, as I go get more coffee. It’s hysterical. A blessing, actually. Not a big fan of the Pledge myself, never have been, but boy I love hearing little mouse-voices shrieking it out every morning. Oh, and some mornings they sing the National Anthem. I am trying to figure out their schedule. If they alternate days? Not sure if I can discern the pattern yet. But again: starting my day with hearing a small child who was probably born in the DR, blasting out “Star Spangled Banner” at the top of his lungs into a microphone, is pretty awesome. I should record it.<\/p>\n
— Rest in peace, Irving Penn. Big obit here<\/a>. I have always had a strange attraction to his stuff – especially the portraits where he puts famous people in corners (The Spencer Tracy one is my favorite). Slideshow of his work here<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" — Great game last night. I am not emotionally prepared for October baseball, but whatevs, it doesn’t matter. It’s here. — I miss Lucy. Hopefully I will get to see her real soon! — Speaking of October baseball, Miss Lucy … Continue reading