She looks so serious in there! And cozy! Like, dude, I am so seriously cozy in here. You should try this. Bunny, if I could, I would. Count on it. I still scheme for ways (and the lifestyle) to justify a hammock. In the meantime, let’s reserve Mum’s carrying efforts for you.
So! Today we officially said “see you soon” to Gramma. She didn’t want to go. We were in no hurry to let her leave, either. Travel safely, Judy! Everybody’s looking forward to Christmas, when Avery takes her first plane ride to meet the rest of the family. I figure by then she’ll be carrying her own luggage, so no big deal, right?
After Judy left and Avery went down, our new mum & dad sat down on the couch side by side for the first time in two weeks. I asked Marjorie how she was liking being a mom so far. Tears burst from her eyes, and she said, “I love it.” A bit strong whilst watching Star Wars, perhaps, but I think this lady has found the centre of her universe. She’s such an incredible mom, too. I found a hundred new reasons to love her. What a family. We just need some pictures on the walls and we’ll have a real family home. Just in time for Thanksgiving.
Now… what to do about this occasional faint miasma of cigarette smoke. Don’t know where it’s coming from. A neighbour. The windows are closed but I suppose the AC units do bridge the walls. I mean, I wouldn’t have thought they’d allow the smoke in. They don’t noticeably let in the smell of tar from the construction site across the street. No smoke in the hallway. I’m at a bit of a loss. I guess I will just have to find the smoker and “eliminate the problem.” I mean kill him. I mean enquire with the building if there’s anything they might be able to do for us. Gotta protect those brand new little lungs. Apparently air purifiers won’t do it.
Seriously, who in their right mind smokes these days? What a disgusting, self-destructive, selfish thing to do. Stupid. Just stupid.
End rant. Yoda would not approve of such negative energy. Approve, he would not.
What a productive day! Finished (again) a mix, hammered out the details of the Chaos Complex Entertainment operating agreement, sorted out the old Verizon account, changed some diapers, entertained some baby, cleaned a kitchen, and sat on the couch with my wife for nearly a whole hour before she fell asleep. That’s a good day, people.
Tomorrow – yikes, I should get to bed – tomorrow morning I meet the fellas online to poke at our feature script. It’s really fun, but it’s long. Studios, I kid you not, have been known to receive a script, heft it, and discard it without reading Word One simply because it weighed two pages too much. In our case, we’re cruising around 150 pages. A feature script is typically 120. So… we’re going to see if anything can be chipped out. This won’t be our first attempt. It’s just so damned fun! Are you looking for the next Boondock Saints underground phenomenon? Here it is.
Ok then, time for bed. But yay for posting a third day in a row. Yay me. Thank you, life.
Wait. Chaos meets Wednesday. So tomorrow is another day. Goodnight everybody!