Oh My Dear Blog
I have been sitting here at this god-awful desk pretty much since 7:30 this morning. I had a quick coffee date with Ron at around 5 or 6pm, our first, and a quick trip to the grocery store, two, soon to be three walks around the block with the woefully under exercised Lefty, (and me), and that’s about it.
Otherwise just here, working on the FINAL I hope draft of the script, huge brain strech trying to wrangle about 147 cats, oh I mean cast and crew, and endless admin all in an effort to be in production on the short I am producing starting next Saturday. Alas dear blog, you will not know how it all pans out, for you will be retired. At once a relief and also a surge of panic as I note your demise and feel beholden to those I have taken along for this ride.
I am confident we will figure this out.
I have an immense week ahead of me, split delightfully in half by my birthday and the respite I have planned, by not planning anything but a party for Wednesday. If you’re reading you’re coming right?
Two short stories before Lefty poops and we both climb into bed.
So, I was in Safeway today shopping for dinner which I half made of, and this attractive young woman passes me in the produce section and smiles at me, I smile back. It felt like a smile of recognition, I have taught so many courses over the years it easily could have been. But I pushed my cart on to the root vegetable section and she passed towards the greens and flowers. While I am contemplating broccoli and cauliflower, thinking I should go green, here she comes again. She asks if she can talk to me, and I have a feeling I know what it’s about-yep, she wants to use me as a hair model…and as it turns out she works at the station next to Dani who is cutting my hair tomorrow morning. We laughed lightly as we moved onto our shopping and my demons told me that the assignment for the grad students was to find tired looking middle-aged women with thin lack luster hair, and then I thought about the coincidence and laughed outloud to myself right there and then as I picked cauliflower.
And then something even smaller world happened. Ron’s Mom found out he was seeing me, not from him, but from the post mistress in the largest town next to her, a place called Penland, North Carolina. My friend Veva just moved to the area, which I think I may have mentioned before, and this place is pretty much in the middle of small town obscurity, and where Ron was raised is even smaller than that, but Penland is the postal hub from what I can discern. Veve relocated there to study ceramics at a noted outpost ceramics school, and as one does in outlaying areas, goes in to get her PO Box set up with the post mistress and mentions that she knows Ron, who is going out with me and who she met at her going way party where they discovered she was moving to his remote place of origin.
And so Ron’s Mom finds out that he is dating someone new from the Penland Post Mistress.
So there you go.
