It's now 9:03 pm. Am gonna see how long it takes to blog. When I was a kid my dad used to ask me to do him favors. "Dad," I'd complain. "I'm busy." "Well, then, Ruthie, I'll time you."
He'd take out his pocket watch & I'd run like a loon around the house trying to be fast.
Most of the Thanksgiving party guests got drunk. My favorite food was my mother's jello. Fruit jello with nuts and chopped celery. It was atonal. Dissonant. Thoroughly surprising and tasty.
Omigod, I kept saying to Sarah & her husband Ethan, I'm so friggin intellectually starved & now I'm making up for it being with you two. How did I get to such a point in life that I hang out mostly with duds? Of course I refuse to go 17 minutes out of Willow Grove so it's entirely my fault.
The family we spend the holiday with has been saddled with the ungodly name of The Roches. "The Roches are coming!" Steve is the head of the household. A mild-mannered fun-lovin drunk who keeps his head at all times. He commandeered Ethan & chained him to the piano. Ethan didn't mind.
What followed was a song medley. We'd name a song & Ethan would play it. Steve's bro Jake would print out the lyrics at the computer in Steve's home-office where McCain For Prez was still stuck on the door. We absolutely cannot figger out why a young man like Steve .... never mind. And when we asked why he liked Palin he said, "She's hot." He wasn't even drunk when he said it, just had that certain required macho mentality of the up n coming Republican bullshitter.
You can't help but like Steve. Charismatic. Has symbols of Christ all over the house. I went upstairs to use the bathroom & there wasn't any toilet. Jesus, I said, coming down the stairs, where's a toilet in this house? There was one toilet for their family of 5. The top floor bathroom is under construction. Steve owns his own construction company & has his own white truck w/Roche Corporation painted on. He does beautiful bldgs.
Now, my legs just can't help dancing & my mouth can't help but singing. Our biggest number - Steven & wife Nikki & my niece Melissa - was something by U-2. I can't keep the songs straight. They all sound the same.
So we're all parading around the living room, mouths open, I like to bounce up n down when I sing, and we are really having the time of our lives. I didn't know the words so I made up this trill with my tongue & cheek that made me sound like the white female Bobby McFarren. I was very proud of myself but then when you're around great people you yourself become great.... your talents expand.
Ethan was playing his heart out on the white upright piano on wheels. We all gave ourselves a rousing round of applause. Steve's brother Jake high-fived me.
Ethan had earlier revealed an absolutely astonishing fact. The many songs he played for us - the Beatles, folk songs, other tunes - he had never played them in his entire life. He just figgered em out as he went along. I did ask him to play Lucky Old Sun but he never heard of it. I emailed him the YouTube link this a.m.
Ya know why my boyfriend Scott didn't attend the 20-some gala? Well, someone's got to mind the SEPTA trains in case they break. My boyfriend, who has small, powerful hands, fixes the trains. I take those hands in mine & I say, Wow, these are sure some hands. He uses special soap to get em clean.
Him n me went to the movies last nite. I like to hold hands for about 10 seconds during the movies but this movie we saw last nite was just too tense for that. Most modern movies, like the new James Bond I saw the previous nite, are so bad I never go to the movies. Why then did I see this? Because Walter recommended it. And I trust Walter.
The movie is based on the 1928 Wineville, California, Chicken Coop Murders. I explained the plot to Sister Donna (no, for godssakes she's not a nun, it's just the way I tell you who she is). I forget her reason for not wanting to see it. The plot was very gruesome but Clint Eastwood kept the bloodshed to a minimum. You actually didn't know if the blood was the chickens or the victims, well, at first you didn't, that's cuz you were fooling yourself but then you sadly knew.
I do massive research before I waste my time at a movie theatre. I'd rather waste my time at home instead of in public. Okay, it's 9:27, I basically haven't stopped typing for a sec.
I'm trying to be consistent by blogging regularly so I can remember how to work this blog. I'm not too technologically sound. Oh! I had a real scare this afternoon. I goggled my name to check on something & the entire contents of my laptop showed up! Like, the personal letters I write, probly the entirety of my novel had I checked further, & I could not believe it. I quickly called Dan who comforted me by saying no one but me could read it. Really? It had the entire contents of my computer! That's scary.
No one can read it, Mom, he said.
