Exhaustion finally gives way to a full night's sleep. I was busy all day and didn't get home until ten. I went to bed exhausted but didn't wake for eight hours. When I opened my eyes to look at the clock, I was grateful. Tonight, an attorney I know (who has a fabulous art collection) is having a party to kick off our little hamlet's weekend art festival. The weather is to be gorgeous, the people beautiful, etc. Truly, that is how I want it.
I worked on a video with Jane Fonda's ex husband yesterday. No, not that one, the other one, the '60s activist. I taped an interview then later a group of us went to dinner. I sincerely liked him. Some may have been disappointed, I think, because they want the figure to be an ideologue all the time. Some people are looking for a Jesus, I guess. But he wasn't that. He was a guy who liked to play baseball and fish and take hikes with his son. Of course, I didn't try to engage him in political talk and enjoyed that he had a tremendous eye for the women. Remember, Jane left him because of his infidelities, not vice-versa. We were seated outside in the most beautiful weather (he lives in L.A but swore he loved the weather more here this time of year) waiting for our meals when someone asked if anybody knew the score of the Syracuse/UNC game. A fellow pulled out a phone and checked. Three points with a minute left. And like jackrabbits we made haste for the bar. Yea, he was just a good guy I think. And now I'm "pals"* with three of the Chicago Eight.
Friday at the factory. I have about ten models who want to make pictures in the next five days. It is impossible. I want to shoot them all. As I've said before, I want to photograph everybody in the world. I can't, of course, but I'll settle.
With sleep, I hope, my head will clear. I've been muddled and anxious for days. And with a clear head, perhaps I can write something coherent. Maybe not, but there is always hope.
The proof, as they say. . . what is it? In the "putting" or in the "pudding"?
*means I remember and am not remembered
or "If you eat a pudding at home, the dog may have the skin"
ReplyDeleteThe proof of the pudding is in the eating. The pudding is actually referring to a type of sausage. So the tough skin of the sausage was usually fed to the dog. This tells me that we should enjoy all the pleasures this life has to offer and leave the difficult parts for the 'dogs'. :)
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