1. My form letter to friends and family since last November : "Hello. I'd like to apologize for _________. After giving birth my brain was swapped with a small morsel of havarti and I no longer seem to be able to function normally. They tell me that this is temporary and I will be getting my brain back at some future date. Thank you for your patience in the meantime." Now that I've had some sleep i finally feel like I am mentally getting back in order. It feels really good and I promise now to return calls and show up at things.
2. Saw the movie "Closer" and really, have to say why didn't they just lop the "C" off the title? I don't understand the critical acclaim that this film got. Why? Because Julia Roberts actually talks about coming twice, once oral, once astride? How edgy. And Natalie Portman as a stripper? I'd probably find Little Debbie more believable. The only redeeming things in the film were the IM scene and Clive Owen. Talk about wet knickers...
3. Some weeks ago I was napping with Lowell on our bed and he woke up, moseyed over to the far side by the window to see what there was to see and fell off. I woke up to a melon-thumping-hardwood thunk/wail and sprang over to him in a panic. Seeing him on the floor with his face scrunched up and screaming was terrifying. I picked him up and rocked him and started crying with him. I looked his head over for a bump or a forming bruise and that's when I noticed that the side of his head was covered with a thick layer of dust and dog hair. So not only was I a terrible mother but an even worse housekeeper. A dark chapter in my quest to be supermom. He was fine by the way, our pediatrician was sufficiently nonchalant/condescending over the phone to put me right at ease. I didn't mention the swiffer-head part, but I'm sure that will have no lasting effects.
And I thought Matthew was THE creative writer in this marriage. You keep putting such charming items on your site that I hardly need to read literatue any more. Keep them coming!
Funny, you didn't like Closer and I did. Judy had to pretty much drag me to se a Julia Roberts movie, so my expectations were limited. Yet, I was impressed. I found the script very appealing. The central dichotomy about truth (everyone believes in it, but not everyone welcomes it) resonated, 'cause I'm a very straight shooter and enjoyed a dialog about the subject. Again, in contrast to you, I liked Natalie as a stripper, mainly because it WAS so out of character I had to recalibrate my actor expectations, but I didn't find Clive appealing enough to be worth everyone else's troubles making him happy. So, there you are!
I started to say I hope the three of you are doing well, but your blogs continue to inform us of your status. Your food co-op story is hilarious. I couldn't deal with such a group of self-important idiots.
Posted by: Fred Abramson | August 08, 2005 at 07:11 PM
Oh Fred... flattery will get you everywhere. I am surprised that you don't find Clive Owen appealing but to each his own I guess. ;)
Posted by: LetterB | August 10, 2005 at 11:25 PM