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Resolutions and Other Silly Notions
Resolutions and Other Silly Notions
Got a pain just below my stomach on the left side of my body today. Being the hypochondriac that I am, I immediately got the internet and found out that the appendix is on right side of the body. That was a relief! Ruled out appendicitis.
Now I’m sure that it’s intestinal cancer.
Kind of bummed out today. Mary Ellen is leaving on her annual pilgrimage to our place in Florida on Monday. She’ll be gone for six weeks.
I miss her already. I mean REALLY miss her! I’ll fly down in two weeks and spend two weeks with her.
I hate it when she leaves.
I get lonely.
Saw a great movie the other night - TRAITOR with Don Cheadle. (I don’t think he’s ever made a bad movie.) Excellent flick about the other side of terrorism.
Made me start to ponder the concept of religion again. I wonder why it is so important to human beings to believe in something other than themselves?
This movie rekindled my thoughts that religion causes more grief in the world than anything else. I mean, just look at what’s going on in The Gaza Strip! All of that is fueled by religion.
Sometimes I believe that, even though folks like Jesus and Mohammed taught peace and love and non-violence, their followers today, and the followers of EVERY prominent religious leader, seem to espouse violence against everybody else who doesn’t see things their way.
Seems that somehow the messages of peace get translated into hatred by the time the masses get wind of them. (The movie really makes that point. Cheadle’s character, who is Muslim, points out a few times that Mohammed’s teachings have been twisted by the terrorists with whom he is associating.)
I really think the world would be a far better place without religion.
My son Scott came over yesterday and hooked up a ceiling fan for us in our bedroom. I was amazed at how easily and methodically he did everything. The fan was installed in less than a half-hour.
Funny how sometimes our kids are so different from us, huh? I mean, he opened the box and went right at it. Completely undaunted by all the metal parts and wires.
If I opened that box and saw all those parts and all of the screws and multicolored wires…I probably would have just sat down in the middle of the floor and started crying.
I’m heading for Maine next weekend. Mary Ellen will be in Florida. So I think I’ll go visit my good friend Ginnie. She and I have been friends for over twenty-five years. We used to teach English and literature together.
We’ve watched each other’s kids grow up.
She was there for me during my divorce from Cruella, and I was there for her during her divorce from her latest and greatest husband.
I’ll go up there next Friday, spend some time with her, go out to dinner with her a couple of times, come back home on Sunday, and then I’ll only have to make it through one more weekend before I get to see Mary Ellen in Florida.
Time management!
Sounds like a plan!
Finally finished rewriting my new play…for now. This is the fourth re-write. I’ve got the cast all picked out for the dramatic reading. I plan on having the first read-through at my house in two weeks, just before I take off for Florida.
I am trying to break the habit of swearing. It was my one and only New Year’s resolution. I HATE swearing! I really do. I think that people who continually and excessively swear sound stupid and cheap.
I remember when I got cast in Neil Simon’s RUMORS for the first time a few years ago, I read the script and was astonished by how many times the word "F**k" came up in the dialogue!
I’m always impressed that Bill Cosby and Jerry Seinfeld never swear or tell off-color jokes. And yet I swear like a trooper!
When I try to stop, they just SNEAK OUT!!!!!
Seriously! Swearing has become so ingrained in my lifestyle that I’m not even aware that I’m doing it!
Mary Ellen knows that I am trouble quitting. Yesterday, she suggested that I keep a tally of the amount of times I swear in a day so that I’ll become more aware of the habit.
Okay. So I started counting. (Hell and Damn don’t count.)
Immediately, I ran into a logistical problem – compound swears. I mean, I know that f*ck counts as one swear, and a**h*le counts as another. But what if call somebody a f*cking a**h*le? Is that one or two?
I swore nine times yesterday…that I’m aware of.
posted on Jan 2, 2009 10:27 AM ()
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I meant to say...three of them started with f...
, maybe I was right the first time.
That movie sounds interesting! I will add it to my netflix queue... 
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