I’ve caught absentee blogger disease. I can make all kinds of excuses about how M was in the K this weekend, so frankly I had better things to do, but we all know that’s not acceptable.
I guess I just haven’t felt like anything big is going on. My life is very much on hiatus. Stuff is going on, but nothing that studio reps can confirm. I’m going to a lot of movies. I’ve seen how horrid T3 was (you really can’t cover plot holes with expolsions people) and how fun Tomb Raider II: The Cradle of Life was (Angelina is just hot. Nuff said). I have eaten a lot of Twizzlers.
M’s visit was really nice. It’s hard living apart right now, so it means a lot to me when we get time together. Mum and Dad took us to a really cute Vineyard to dinner last night. We were sitting outside on a patio overlooking the grapes and the lake. The food, wine and company were wonderful. It was one of those “I really have a wonderful life” moments.
It’s strange. While we’re in this moment of pergatory (not to be confused with a Pagoda, like I used to do when I was wee) you’d think I’d be overwhelmed with distress and dispair. Sure I have slacker layrynith scares, but generally I’m happy. I feel good about the future. I feel excited about.
My mother put it really well. As M was pulling out of the driveway, leaving for Toronto, Mum couldn’t stop talking about what a wonderful man M is. She said something really sweet to me: “You both have such wonderful futures ahead of you.” Hearing her say that made me smile. Not only because a parent’s confidence can make you feel loved, but because I knew she was right.
Today’s sing-a-long song: “Queer” by Garbage
HRH
