What the hell is this? Christmas porn??
Christmas kiddie porn actually. This is in the window of a clothing store a few blocks from me.
Yesterday I took the day off and went to the movies and saw Enchanted. I’m sorry to report that I didn’t love it. I liked it! It was cute, and I laughed a bunch of times, but I wasn’t enchanted alas. Sorry. I think it’s still worth going if you’re in the mood, it’s definitely good. Just not great.
I was going to see I Am Legend right after, to make up for the disappointment, but I’m supposed to see that with Howard and he, rightly, would prefer to go during the week. When all the rest of you are at work. So we can have that “nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah, this is our payback for zero job security and no insurance, we can go to the movies in the middle of the afternoon if we want” moment. (Sob.)
Today it’s back to work on the book. I’m trying not to despair over that fact that this person who had agreed to talk to me hasn’t returned my calls. I am still hoping against hope that he hasn’t changed his mind. Maybe I should try writing him? It’s someone who experienced a rather dramatic poltergeist when he was 9 years old and in the foster care system. He’s now 40, and I tracked him down, and he agreed to talk to me, but no go so far. I was going to end my book with his story, regardless of what it turned out to be. Sigh sigh sigh.
Buddy is like the Heather from America’s Next Top Model of cats. Hard to get a shot of him looking at the camera. But he’s gorgeous, right? By the way, I so wanted Heather to win.
Finney watches Buddy from my lap. It’s all about the food. I wish weight wasn’t an issue and I could just feed and feed and feed them. Knock yourselves out, guys. Food all the time forever.
The bells belonged to my mother who used them to wake me up to help her when she was dying. Apparently I can sleep through anything, including a dying mother calling for help. When she was dying of pancreatic cancer I would stay out at her house on Long Island a couple of times of week to help take care of her. We were all taking turns, but in my memory it was mostly my brother Douglas, who was the best at negotiating the healthcare system, and my sister-in-law Karen, who was the best at taking care of my mother personally. Karen just has this way of being so caring, but at the same time acting natural and not freaked out, that was so crucial and comforting to my mother those last few weeks. (Thank you, Karen. I will always be grateful.) Which is not to slight anyone else who was there, and everyone was there more than me, it’s just that we all have different skillsets and I noticed Doug and Karen’s in this situation. But given that I was not there as much as everyone else I probably missed a lot.