I passed this chair on the street and I immediately exclaimed: "oh my God, it's the economy."
And at complete odds with how nice my weekend was. On Saturday I got a completely unexpected call that turned out to be of the booty variety. It was just what the doctor ordered, as this is the week of my 50th birthday. I don't mind getting older, as long as someone as hot and kind as Mr. Mr. (his code name) finds me desirable, if only every six months.
On Saturday a dear friend took me out to dinner for my birthday and on Sunday I worked on both the new version of the Math book-in-progress for my sister and the launch of a 12-step newsletter in blog format, as I watched football and Paul Newman in Hud. I just love that moment when Patricia Neal says: "I don't mind telling you there was a time or two I dropped my dish towel watching you out in the yard."
Presently I will be headed down to San Diego with my nephew to see his film, "The Meaning of Tea" in The S.D. Asian Film Festival. He's had a wonderful time here renewing contacts from Film School who are making their way up the LA Film ladder, including agencies. It makes for a very interesting horizon creatively, for both of us.
It's a wonderful life.
MCO 2008
