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Sorry We’re So Late!!!

Hi, gang!

Well, today was another one of those days where I decided to go into town and get the groceries because I was down to, like, one 5- ounce container of Greek yogurt and some cranberry juice!

I’m so funny — I’m always wanting just a wee bit more than that in my fridge! But anyway. So I drove into town to get the groceries. But then I wanted to get some more stuff for my yard, and also, the other day,  I discovered that my backdoor — which I almost never use because it basically opens out onto the old well (another reason to stay sober!! and to steer clear of the backdoor if not sober!!) — anyway, I discovered that it has a hook at the top of the door so I suddenly needed to go buy a weatherproof summer wreath from the dollar store. Because god knows, I don’t want a perfectly good hook (3 summers now before I noticed it!) going to waste.

So I just ran a bunch of little — but very fun — errands in town this morning. And I tried to make that hideous backdoor area of my house look a little bit nicer. As the summer goes on, the morning glories start blooming like crazy back there along the old fence, so that helps, but otherwise, it is such an eyesore and, unfortunately, since my house is on a corner and my backyard takes up an entire block, you can pretty much see the eyesore from this whole area of town.

So now, as you can see, there is a colorful fake-flower wreath hanging there on the door, to try to draw the eye up and away from the general hideousness.

Here is a tightly cropped idea of what it now looks like.

I’m trying to crop out all the damage the starlings did to the soffit up above the door, and also crop out the old well, which is very close to that lawn chair there.

Even though, in real (non-cropped) life, it still looks sort of uninviting back there, I can actually see myself sitting out there at night, after dark, because you can see all the fireflies and of course the stars.

From the kitchen porch, where I usually sit, you can’t see any of that because there’s a roof over the kitchen porch.

So, we’ll see how that goes this summer! As always, you are welcome to #ComeVisitCrazeysburg (!!) , but bring your own mosquito repellent, gang, because we got skeeters out here like nobody’s business! (Oh, and I guess, bring another lawn chair!)

Well, I did indeed, accidentally unsubscribe myself from Nick Cave’s Red Hand Files letter-thingy, so I had to fix that problem. But he sent out another one today. A list of some of his favorite books! You can read it here if you so choose!!

Okay!!

My day here is more than half over already.  Luckily, I don’t have too much to say here today.  I’m in the middle of watching Withnail & I for the hundredth time. Even though I’ve seen it many times, all those many times were many years ago, and for some reason, I found myself wanting to see that again. So I started watching it last night but then I fell asleep. So I want to finish that, and also get some writing done.

Which means, my friends, that this is all I’m posting today! I hope you’ve had a good Monday, wherever you are in the world!! Thanks for visiting. I leave you with my driving-to-town music from earlier — “Let Yourself Go,” by Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers (from their awesome album Mojo, 2010). (It’s SUPER swingy, so play it loud, gang, and just chill!!) (Or, I guess, drive to town!!) All righty. I love you guys. See ya!!

“Let Yourself Go”

Rain on the river I’m soakin’ wet
Waitin’ on friend who ain’t come yet
And he might not get here for three or four days
Got to make a little bit go a long way
I’ve got a blond-headed woman who likes to come around
Cute little hippy girl lives in town
Brings a bag a records and she plays ’em ’til dawn
Give me little lovin’ then she got to go home

When times are hard
When you start feelin’ low
Let yourself go
When the river’s risin’ and the world feels cold
Let yourself go
Let yourself go

I got a 442 sittin’ in the sun
Well it’s been ten years since she used to run
Man she was a beauty in ’69
But there ain’t no more comin’ down the line

When times are hard
And you start feelin’ low
Let yourself go
When the river’s risin’ and your world feels cold
Let yourself go
Honey let yourself go

© – 2010 Tom Petty

Getting Even MORE Ducks In A Row!

Okay. I am going to show you the (allegedly) FINAL version of our logo for Abstract Absurdity Productions. (And I love it!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

And to be honest, gang, I am absolutely overwhelmed by the responses we are getting to the company overall — not just our logo, but I mean our Mission, our raison d’etre, our inspiration (primarily European New Wave cinema from the 1950s & 1960s) , the storylines of our imminent micro-shorts (completely absurd plots). All of it.

And not only do we have that great cinematographer as part of our company profile now, but yesterday we got a social media expert onboard, as well,  who loves our European sensibilities and wants us to get our package together immediately in order to pitch it to an additional very high profile TV streaming platform. (We are already well connected to one other one.)

So it is extremely exciting, gang. But overwhelming, too. In a way, you know. As in: I might have to live in Los Angeles a lot of the time. I was absolutely not anticipating that.

And since the theater projects are in NYC and Canada, what does that mean?

It means that I’m sort of curiously running the potential conversation through my brain as to how I am going to convince my birth mom to live here in Crazeysburg for pretty much the rest of her life…

I didn’t sleep well at all last night. Well, I slept well, during the meager hours that I actually slept. I was awake a lot of the night. I made a decision about something on Thursday that I am determined to stick to because I know it’s the right thing. But it’s like being on one path — a path you really, really love being on. And then being re-directed by the entire Universe, basically, to suddenly go down another path. A path I can’t even really see yet, so I’m just walking it blind now, but knowing that it’s the right thing.

I don’t want to have a broken heart about all this because I know that’s not a thing that anyone wants for me in this situation. So I’m trying to just move forward.

So I laid there in the dark, the birds were already starting to sing outside my window somewhere. And I decided to stream Tom Petty’s song “No Reason to Cry,” from the amazing Heartbreakers 2010 album , Mojo.

And I’ll tell you what — I’m willing to bet money on the fact that Tom Petty knew for sure that girls would cry when they listened to that fucking song. Tom Petty-type girls, anyway.  And I did fucking cry. Because I’m overwhelmed right now. And the room was dark. And the sound quality on my iPhone is really, really good. Tom Petty’s voice filled my room like some sort of crystal bell ringing, right? So I cried a little bit.

But I also know that Tom Petty mostly wanted people to just live. Live life, fight for what you believe in, do the right thing. Stuff like that — don’t just lay in the dark and cry. So I switched to the song “Let Yourself Go,” also on Mojo. But it’s a song that I feel better represents who I really am. So I was able to move out of the tears and think more clearly.

And right then, I came to the decision (I’ve been debating it for a week now) to cancel the audition tomorrow for the literary arts festival that’s taking place in early June. It’s just too close to the trip to Zurich — assuming the trip even happens with this insane coronavirus craziness going on.

I was telling my new friend in Switzerland, regarding that literary festival, that aside from it being only a ten-minute reading, it’s a heavily edited version of a chapter from Blessed By Light that I really, really love. I am not emotionally attached to the piece at all now because I had to change my protagonist’s voice pretty extremely to get him to not only be family-friendly, but also to fit in the really short time-allotment.

So I emailed the festival people right then, before the sun was even up. And now, the Zurich thing can happen, as long as Los Angeles doesn’t become some sort of huge looming specter in early June, too… that hinges on when the cinematographer can be in LA.

Well. I forgot to mention that the coronavirus has delayed the opening of Nick Cave’s art exhibit in Copenhagen.

The announcement went out on Instagram yesterday morning. I’m guessing the book will still come out on schedule, though. So I’m making sure to keep 17 million US dollars freed up in my checking account, because I pre-ordered the book (in British Pounds Sterling) and I wouldn’t want to come up short on the day they decide to deduct the charge (for the book plus the expensive overseas shipping) from my account.

(Oddly enough, spell check doesn’t like that word “pre-ordered” and it offered me the word “pee-ordered” instead. I’m not real sure what the heck that would mean or why it would ever make sense to use it. I mean, like, what the hell would be going on when you’d need to say “pee-ordered” and it would actually make sense? Anyway.)

Well, I don’t have to do Booty Core or yoga today. And even though I have a ton of work to do on the new web site, I’m waiting for stuff from Peitor to arrive in my inbox. So until that occurs, I think I’m going to go back to bed and stare out the window for a little while. Drink some coffee. Wonder about life.

So I’m gonna scoot. Thanks for visiting, gang. Have a real good Saturday, wherever you are in the world. I’ll leave you to choose your own preference today: to cry or not to cry. Or maybe a little of both. It’s up to you — I trust your judgment completely. All righty. I love you guys. See ya.

“Let Yourself Go”

Rain on the river I’m soakin’ wet
Waitin’ on friend who ain’t come yet
And he might not get here for three or four days
Got to make a little bit go a long way

I’ve got a blond-headed woman who likes to come around
Cute little hippy girl lives in town
Brings a bag of records and she plays ’em ’til dawn
Give me a little lovin’ then she got to go home

When times are hard
When you start feelin’ low
Let yourself go
When the river’s risin’ and the world feels cold
Let yourself go
Let yourself go

I got a 442 sittin’ in the sun
Well it’s been ten years since she used to run
Man she was a beauty in ’69
But there ain’t no more comin’ down the line

When times are hard
And you start feelin’ low
Let yourself go
When the river’s risin’ and your world feels cold
Let yourself go
Honey let yourself go

c – 2010 Tom Petty