Tuesday, October 22, 2013
There Is No Script
Town was fine with my girls and my boys and I could only hang through the mall and then lunch which we ate at an Indian buffet, Gibson saying, "Picy!" meaning spicy but it didn't deter him and he and his brother were so happy to have both Jessie AND May-May, both of their beautiful beloved lady-aunts, and even Mama and MerMer too, and in Sephora, I touched up Owen's current tattoo which Hank gave him (a spider) with glittery waterproof eyeliner and if I ever go back to Cozumel, I am buying some of that eyeliner, it is the color of mermaids and the water of the Caribbean and I will wear it to dinner every night.
Meanwhile, here we are in Lloyd, tomorrow those boys are coming, tonight Freddy is filming a movie in my backyard in the drizzling darkness.
"Action," he says.
I am quiet, Greta is laying by my feet (Jessie has a rehearsal in town and Vergil is with her) and she is quiet too. She has become my shadow when her true humans are gone. She is a good shadow. I let her lay on the bed with me this afternoon and will probably go to hell because she is not allowed to do that but grandmothers, well...grandmothers. Next thing you know, I'll be baking her cookies.
It is a strange life sometimes. Fuck if I can figure it out.
Don't really even feel the need to try. Not tonight, anyway, with the dripping of the rain off of the leaves in the darkness.
On to the next scene.