one thing today

  I never loved to read.  You don't love breathing.  Harper Lee

  Thanks for Thanksgiving - a glorious repast, talk of Jeffrey Dahmer   and Armie Hammer and macrophilia at the table, a nephew accusing his mom of sending guests home with his food - but hey, he’s only 23.    wine,   cheesecakes, Tums, live chickens, dogs, cat, lots of nutty ooohing and aaaaahing over the animal circus, naps, debating whether or not Dolly should have stuck to her guns and not accepted her induction into the rock and roll hall of fame, nephew in laws people whose faces I don’t recognize Facetime greetings, picture taking and sharing, a bad Julia/George rom com,   fab roaring fire, laughs, no tears - all this & more. Thanks to my lovely niece and the universe for giving us this and more galore.  

  O nce again … Pops was right; know it all son was wrong.   He loved Mickey Rooney, almost as much as John Wayne (see Sept 5th blog entry).   I just watched J and M’s ninth and last movie together - Girl Crazy 1943.   The Times called 21 year old Judy an  “earthbound angel” and as for shorty …"the protean Mickey does everything but play Hamlet. He sings, bears the brunt of an Apache dance, impersonates the sundry characters at a prizefight, bangs a piano with considerable finesse, and finally does a hep-cat hoedown with Miss Garland that must have caused a minor earthquake." They were on fire with full blast talent and fun.   A thing of beauty and … my one thing today on this latest  Thanksgiving Eve .  

  Had dinner tonight with best friend from youth Dave - he has six kids … ten year old twins who are the spi-i-i, I mean spitting image of Lindsay Lohan in Parent Trap -  a 30 something son who looks like his dad and wild twin brother Tom - and beautiful redhead actor daughter Crosby Fitzgerald who is in an HBO series with Laura Dern and other A listers come August.   Such a glorious family.   I shared my memories of their very much her own person grandmother who drove us to the beach in a red convertible smoking and barefoot. Time runs like a freight train.

 

  Watched Boys in the Band '69 - with captions on for the first time.   There are too many great lines to choose just a few. When I was in college in Ohio and looking forward to living in the the Village a couple of years from then - I wanted an apartment just like the one in the movie. All the actors are dead I think - except for Larry Luckinbill. My favorite character, Donald, actor Frederick Combs, reminded me of my most handsome ex. S uch a long gone sensual time not to be beat.  

  I looked through Patti Smiths new   Book of Days today - 365 photos and short comments of hers - one for each day of the year.    I own only one valuable photograph - one of hers she took in a Glasgow cemetery.   Like me, she photographed Frida Kahlo’s bed outside Mexico City.   She photographed her son Jackson on his birthday which he shares with me.   She is a wonderful writer and succeeds at what I try to do - report as simply as possible.