Saturday, December 7, 2013
I sent the above photo to a friend this morning in a half-hearted attempt to feel gratitude. Gratitude schmatitude. I'm sad that I'm not in New York with my family, eating fried dough and melanzane. It's raining buckets here, and we had to dash into the valley to pick up our Christmas tree at Henry's school. Even though I had a sighting of the incredibly handsome Gilles Marini, the actor who sustained me during my Brothers and Sisters binge (a father at the school), and a passel of wonderful young men tied the Christmas tree to our roof in the pouring rain, and Oliver dressed in full Dodgers regalia (see above), I'm testy. Ms. Moon said it all, actually, over on her blog, particularly when she quoted a movie character's imprecation. I don't want to steal her thunder, though, so I won't type it here. Go visit her blog and you'll see what I mean.
When Oliver was a really little guy and the world got on his nerves, he'd say, I hate everyone and everything! That's a bit of what I'm feeling. Don't take it personally, though, and I won't take it seriously.