This Hy-Art is a throwback to a simpler time, when upper class ladies (via Morisot) might spend an evening reading a popular novel about classic love to one another, letting the imagination (the tortured couple is from Leighton) of the listeners be the television set. Ah, the good old days, when women couldn't vote, much less run for Vice-President. JUST KIDDING. You are merely witnessing the depth of my contempt for the elevation of mediocrity to the level of qualification for high office embodied first by George Bush and now by Sarah Palin. Karl Rove, you will rot in hell for the hell you have wrought.
But I promised myself I would return to the contemplation of happier and more thoughtful topics, even give you a triad of entries, as the next week will be spotty. I am off tomorrow for a week at my Mom's back east, this time renting a car so that we will not be trapped "on campus," as I like to call her deluxe assisted-living facility.
On Wednesday I volunteered at the "No on 8" headquarters here (to retain the right to gay marriage), and shall do so again when I get back. Right away they had me tallying contributions and xeroxing very sensitive credit-card information, and I immediately presented them with a xerox of my own license and let them know it was essential they asked it of every volunteer. "I'm a good guy, but I used to be a bad guy," I told them. I also made sure they instituted procedures to keep sensitive info under lock and key. It felt great to put my past life of crime to good use.
I could also barely stand after an hour, so that quieted a bit my ongoing disability guilt. Deespite bi-weely visits to the humpy chiropractor, my feet are getting worse. The limp is semi-constant. He has a new machine for plantar fascitis that he's going to try on me when I get back, so hope springs eternal.
I'm also on page 71 of the rewritten screenplay, and it's becoming quite the testament to the value of working on something consistently, if only a little each day. I've borrowed a laptop to take to New York, and hope to complete it at my Mom's. Then I'll have a version ready for my nephew's visit in early October, as he, as you'll see in the next entry, is the man to please.
I also got a new entry from Steven yesterday I posted a Prison's a Bitch. It's one of his best.
MCO 2008
I add my wishes for a safe journey. I know that your mother will delight in your company.
I like the Hy-Art. It made me think of the Bronte sisters and their brooding works. I imagine that young ladies of their time period sat in parlors and eagerly listened as one of their group read aloud of lives filled with a passion that they only dared dream about.
Isn't there something about volunteering that makes you believe that you can make a difference? Good for you, clueing them in on conducting their efforts in a safe manner.
Watch the standing, it's worse on your feet thatn walking. Surely they can provide you with work that allows you to sit. Sorry, I can't help but fall into my motherly mode on occasion. Je t'adore.
Congratualtions on your progress on the screenplay; I look forward to the eventual production of your work.
You are doing a fine job with the gentler ane kinder efforts, althoug, do be careful, straining can rupture something (straining for kinder and gentler)!