Here is P'Headro, who pretty much rules my life when I am at home.
As in , "Oh, I don't want to get up yet, cuz I'll have to take P'Headro out in the dark to go potty."
Or, "Crikey, he went poo on the floor and Joe-Ash stepped in it and now I have to scrub it out of the carpet."
Or, "I sure do love that little guy. He makes me smile. Everybody loves P'Headro."
What else have I been up to you may wonder.
Well, pretty much just being overwhelmed and hiding out.
But there is nothing like an award being dangled in front of me to get me out of hiding. A silly little nod. I was going to say piece of paper, but it's not even that.
Anyway, thanks to Texla for coaxing me out of hiding.
I also have been ruminating about A Serious Man,
We saw it a few months ago, and I have been brooding about sharing my thoughts since then. I love the Coens crazy-like (hence my name - really it all ties together), but I fear that anything that I write about the movie could be interpreted as anti-Semitic. I love the Coens so much I pray for them when I pray for all my family. They actually come way before my brother who lives in So Cal on my prayer list. Which they (my brother and the Coens) could be upset about, I suppose.
Anyway, my husband is in the background yelling at his friend on the phone about Ronald Reagan, taxes, civil servants, our whole standard of living going downhill, yadda yadda, Wall Street bailout, yadda yadda, (which reminds me of my father ranting and raving at the dinner table about the USA being the new Roman Empire and going to hell in a hand basket) and I am totally unable to even formulate a coherent, let alone accurate, reporting of my thoughts on A Serious Man, so suffice it to say that
1) I must be a bit ADD
2) A Serious Man was good and deserves comment
3) My husband rants and raves and sometimes even rants and raves about ranting and raving.
More later. More later.