~Morvern Callar, because, gruesome & despicable or not, the sight of Samantha Morton (sigh) in 70s shades, drinking brandy and prepping her bathroom for when she hacks her beau to bits...is beautiful dammit.
hi gang, pull up a tall one. a full day to relay! sometimes, things just align. don't know how else to put it.
had lunch with my pal jeff today which always sets a good tone. i love to talk to a man about scrabble. gave him his octopus and he was officially beside himself with pleasure. nice. good feeling.
next: received some terrific pics from a dear old pal from college. we were a tight-knit group and the photos feel like yesterday. seems i've had a thing for fishnets since i've been old enough to.
next: talked to sis Kel today which always makes me think of 'silence of the lambs'. she's a huge fan and i have good memories myself of going to see the flick. i'm leading up to it. sit tight.
i walked home in the late light of spring - the light that promises to caress my shoulders and carry me to my beloved sandy-beach naps - to greet my sweet captain dirtyface, Louie. tonite was his first bath at the hairgrove hotel.
to prepare for his bath i headed to my local for some treats (jerky for Lou, bubbly for me). so i sidled up to this tasty boy in grocery line 4, but when i looked to the lady in the next line, a bolt of lightning, kids, a bolt! anyway, line4boy was too much a hippie for my tastes.
a bottle of wine, asparagus, a magazine, et cetera...she seemed a tad frazzled, harried even, but she looked at me. i smiled, she smiled. then i asked "senator martin?" ...she looked at me with a question mark and cock of her head, smirked and said "yea, yep." kids, senator martin from 'silence of the lambs'!! i said, "you did a two-hour episode of Columbo. the commander episode."
kids, i met Diane Baker! what a doll. she said that she heard peter wasn't doing so well & had i heard (uhm, yea), she'd tried to call him without success. we chatted a tad then said tah tah.
so fun.
i beat it home to give Louie his bath--a perfect gentleman! he's currently super-poop'd and splayed on the couch.
the real reward of the day comes next:
a fellow stupid cancer happy hour attendee and i have played tag with the last couple of happy hours. she's there when i'm not & vice versa. i added her on facebook and noticed she's listed some info about where she works. ...it's the same place where i work. small world yea?
she's a victim of a rare form of cancer for which there is next to nil re: research.
www.dtrf.org
since there's no research (read: interest), this sweet biscuit is starting a fundraiser/party. her beau plays in a blues band with john lee hooker's nephew & it's sure to be a dancin' bash. i'll be writing a press release or two for it so stay tuned over the next few months.
60% of the victims of this type of cancer suffer recurrence and many, amputation, due to lack of research>primitive "treatment". my gal's friend is going back into surgery this week and we're all crossed-fingers and hope.
just so happens that i'm freelancing for an orthotis/prosthetist.
1+1+1 = full circle. i'm looping him in on the fundraiser, and hopefully, some results will come from this lovely coincidence. at the least, comes support and resources.
i'm spent, kids. thanks for your emails about the previous post. so many of us. it's weird. it's unusual, but it isn't. and that's too bad. but it isn't.
where discombobulation is a way of life: deeannland! make yourself at home. i love to have you. kisses and near misses. clink.
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