Archive for April 13th, 2009

$5 says that there is a moment in the new screenplay where teens are in the woods and he pops up and says, “Bad news: BEARS!” and then bears rip them apart and he laughs and then the bears laugh and then Tony Curtis wakes up covered in sweat – but it’s the sweat of… Sssspahtuhcussssssssssssssssssssssss.

Also, Teresa asked me to grow a mustache and I did and now she calls me “Pizzaman” and giggles like an infant. And if it didn’t make me so happy to help her get through these phenomenally rough times, I would wear her skin like a coat as I shaved it off.

(or ex-cuse)

Teresa’s surrogate grandmother Fran has passed away. We flew out last year to attend her 90th birthday party. She was not only still sharp as a razor, but she was surrounded by close to 100 people who had all been directly touched by her rich and generous life (get Teresa drunk and she’ll hit you with anecdotes that will spin your head and make you wonder why Gloria Steinem got all the credit).

She will be missed by everyone who had the pleasure of knowing her.

There’s also a gnawing feeling that there is a third (fourth? fifth? I’ve lost count!) shoe perilously close to dropping which, if it does, will make our lives all the more difficult.

But, and I say this to my beautiful wife almost as loudly as I say it to myself, no matter what happens, the two of us are blessed with many friends who have lifted our spirits immeasurably over the last month and change (and who continue to do so), the most generous and caring family and, above all else, we have each other. A lot of people say that their spouse is their best friend. Mine really is. And as long as I get to wake up and see her face every day, I know that everything else will work itself out. Or we’ll become bank robbers.

As for the blog, this time I’m not making any promises. I had to pick up our tax returns this morning (we’re getting a little bit back!) and just put another load of dishes in (and fixed a leak and changed a light bulb and took in some laundry) and I need to jump in the sower and shave and it’s already 3:30.

Do I want to write? Yes. But I just can’t. As soon as I’m clean I’ll have to start cooking and I know how much Fran meant to Teresa, so I’m sure it will be a quiet evening for us.

Maybe it’s just that I’m alone for the first time in weeks or maybe I’m suddenly realizing just how much crap we (especially Tere) have gone through in the last month and it’s hitting me harder than I thought, but truly the last thing I want to do right now is make fun of something.

I just want to hug my wife.

I know I’ve promised not to be so maudlin/sissified, but desperate times, etc. etc.

B’also? The blog isn’t called “Entertainment… Daily” or “Entertainment… Consistently.”

So… nyeh.