My parents, just engaged, Christmas 1958, Spokane Washington
I didn't take a picture yesterday or this morning, so I am posting this one. I love my mom's lipstick and my dad's sweater. I meant to post this picture with a poem I found a long time ago about parents and wanting to go back in time and prevent them from meeting each other to avoid all the heartache and pain they will cause (no - not all of it was pain, but there was a fairly large amount of pain) and then realizing that if they don't meet and get married, then, well you wouldn't be here - so you have to cheer them on. Anyway, it was a great poem and where the hell is it? I cannot find it. I swear I will find it.
It's really snowy here and we are bracing for a storm and very cold temperatures tomorrow.
I am getting a lot of really great response to my show on Showtime. It's so sweet too because I honestly became so mired in the logistics of getting the film to Showtime, and it's been over a year since I even performed the show, that I forgot that I'm proud of the actual show itself! It had become this bottomless pit of duties and details and now I'm getting these wonderful letters and I'm surprised - oh yeah, the show itself - yeah... that. Hey, I'm proud of that!
Jim Emerson and I are working on a screenplay and making progress. I'm working on two book ideas - I am the absolute slowest writer... But still, I'm plugging away at it. And just now I have to go help Michael weatherize the outside of the house and get ready for this cold front.