to be famous and yet wear a toolbelt

maria and I have been staying at Judy's house in Magnolia, MA this past week and it's been weirdly great. Great because it's beautiful. Weird because, well, you know, it looks funny on paper. We are all having a blast however. Tookie is a big hit.

Maria shot a video demo for Judy to apply for a tv show as super contractor. We just stuck it on a webpage for general consumption, popcorn not included.

But katie, have you seen the new Al Gore movie yet?

Happy Birthday Danny!

Sheila, you are weird

Sheila, you're weird.
Check out our cats, Stanley (left) and Jasper. Since they are cats, they are very good at this: napping. Danny and I had a really busy weekend- I was in a wedding and then I threw him a 30th birthday party for Danny. So on Monday we needed to recoup after a huge weekend and we took naps, like our wonderful cats.

Mother Doesn't Want a Dog

Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they smell, And never sit when you say sit, Or even when you yell. And when you come home late at night And there is ice and snow, You have to go back out because The dumb dog has to go. Mother doesn't want a dog. Mother says they shed, And always let the strangers in And bark at friends instead, And do disgraceful things on rugs, And track mud on the floor, And flop upon your bed at night And snore their doggy snore. Mother doesn't want a dog. She's making a mistake. Because, more than a dog, I think She will not want this snake. Judith Viorst

what chance, deep breaths?

Maria and I went to yoga two days ago, the baby class, where all you do is lie down and breathe with your "addobmen" and maybe get up and do a little salute to the sun. Which is what I can't recall, but a bunch of poses that I couldn't do. Maria could do less. We did not stand on our heads. We stretched some but mostly breathed in and out in very obvious ways. For instance if we were standing in line waiting for tickets to the opera while doing the breaths, our opera gowns would have busted the zippers at every inhalation.

Afterwards we did nothing but eat salad at home, cold peanut noodles, and "rested". Maria rested all day before going to bed really early. "If breathing does this to you, what would adding a candy bar do?" I asked her. "ohhhhhh," maria groaned. "mmphhhphhkdsjijf" she concluded.

Meanwhile I was caught up with all of these memories of stuff at Naropa where I went to college (last undergrad college). A lot of the professors and administrators there were there when "it" was just a gathering of hippies to hear this weird Tibetan guy talk. They stayed with it and got off of drugs at his prodding, according to my religious studies prof and my cog science prof. Back when they were going after the mind altering events .. of mind alteration...but somehow got themselves to stop in favor of meditation.

I caught Maria staring longingly at a fresh cilantro leaf yesterday and knew that Naropa wasn't far behind me.

why I needed to get my tetanus shot 2 days ago

A Afamily of ducks. A murky part of the lagoon. The muck that covered up all of the white parts of his face. His glaring blue eye from beneath the dripping black gore. His wide open mouth, white teeth like a certain character in Little Red Riding Hood. A smaller dog. And the two women walking the shorto, fully coiffed and pressed for their walk out in nature, weird, I know. And no, I have not seen the new Al Gore movie yet.

all I lacked was an axe

OK so Will is not cooperating right now. Maybe he's FINALLY finishing that kitchen in Dover. Maybe Jane is making him get down and give her twenty push-ups. Maybe he's teaching the kids to learn how to make dovetail grooves so *they* can slap together a showroom quality wooden chair in twenty minutes, just like him.

Meanwhile, I've been out running through the woods in a blue wig and a wet suit and waders trying to get my character down for a special video thingy which I'm not at liberty to discuss on line. I've taken acting classes. Theatre was my minor, but that was a long time ago. And putting it to practice now is a challenge. But what's even more challenging is my costume which has made me feel like a lumberjack (without the axe and flannel) even though my character is probably the farthest thing from it.

Some of my action shots were filmed in Mont Tremblant because it's pretty and there's a lot of water and woods there. We looked for a place for me to jump as though I were jumping off of a cliff. We found a little stream running parallel to the big lake, one of the thousands of big lakes ok, and a bridge for me to jump off of. Maria has me raise my hands. She gives me great direction. I follow it to the T, make my move and land, and then, eeewwwww I smell toilet toilet everywhere and guess that I've just jumped into the septic system of Tremblant that's supposed to fool tourists into thinking streamly thoughts. I fall and put my hands into it and the muck sucks at my waders so it's a bit of a struggle to get myself out. I go running right to the big lake and jump in and wash myself off, all the while the blue wig is teetering off of my head.

My big acting experience, take two.

introducing will

Hi folks, all three of you. I've been out of posting about stuff, well, ok about Tookie, since I've been battling headaches that are more like migraines but have been referred to as tension headaches even though the drugs prescribed for the TH are no good since they are too weak.

And since there are more lurkers than there are contributors, I thought I'd extend invitations to other folks who might have easily gone to visit Club 852 if they were ever in Lisle, but who have not done so officially. Seeing as this is a virtual replica of Club852 complete with orange linoleum floor, I figure the visits to this blog count. Hereuntoaforementioned is Will. I posted something of his in an earlier blog entry. But am now giving him the horse straps to wheel around his own buggy. Terrible, terrible metaphors. But if you hate them that much, why don't you write about it??

Welcome Will. Please please please blast away!