She stood watching the screen motionless, no real emotion rising one way or another. Why wasn’t she surprised? The others stood waiting. They knew they’d found the thing that would push her to a breaking point, they would get their sick satisfaction seeing her cringe and burst out excuses and condemnations. Unsatisfied and unhappy lot, they had to get theirs somewhere. Finally one spoke, “You call that acting…”. “I wasn’t acting; he’s my husband.” She remembered the producer’s house, all the nights they’d been invited there by the bartender, most of those nights the producer wasn’t home. He’d been filming them, her husband that is, in their favorite bedroom. She was doing what he wanted, making him happy, being herself even though some of it she didn’t like but you were supposed to please your husband, and in turn he should please you, you were supposed to be able to let him see the worst things and it would all be ok because you knew his too. What she didn’t know! “Look how unhappy I was” she was surprised to see the story her eyes told. “No wonder people take my writing the way they do. I’m very obviously there. This is me… and… it makes sense why everyone thinks I’m an actress.”
The room had become quiet. Did they realize what had happened? Maybe. She didn’t know she was being filmed, well, had been. Was there any victory here? “Wow, how lovely I was then, sexy, and flexible” she spoke softly, absentmindedly. She rallied, “Well, I never signed a release. Someone owes me a salary, a pretty hefty one.” She turned toward the host of the event. Everyone was hanging their heads in shame.
“Where did you get this?”
What does it mean? Nothing according to retail as visions of Christmas crop up alongside Halloween with no mention of Thanksgiving until it’s time to buy a turkey. Still I’m in 1000% long weekend mode believing Monday is Sunday feeling there should be a few more days off, paid days off before back to the grind. Gotta love relax mode but don’t worry, at least I’m not that I’ll face reality tomorrow. I’ll go to work. Promise.
What a weekend though, cooking up a storm, watching movies, shows, brush teeth later than earlier… why is that a luxury… eewww, gross…. but to a child it’s a sign of no school when we wash up later. Let the festivities continue… and sleep late if you can. How nice to rise early to enjoy the peacefulness with no demands of the day, to play games without interruption to catch the school bus.
It’s the little things.
I love September. Can’t wait for cooler weather to win out over 80 degrees. Time for change.
The heat kicks on
Been off so many days
My head swimming in my sinuses
Thanks to all this rain
Made espresso earlier
So far I’m two-shots in
Out of half n half so sad
You say what!
A habit I began in Italy
When in Rome I lived
Unlike the Romans
Any other milk t’is sin
But for now no worry
Later on I’ll see
For now I’ll make toast while I think
So, so, so… so,
Cheesy garlic bread instead
A movie I remembered I didn’t like
But forgot why so
Watched it again
Reminded me of me
If I met an angel of light
I’d think he was bad
Most likely stab him like she did
Then a scene I’d completely forgot
The actress pregnant really
Getting into a tub side view
Over share I could’ve lived without
Light bulb clicks
I remembered reading it somewhere
Finally the end
She gives her life
She had to
She’d still be pregnant otherwise
Standing in full view
Even with clothes
Would special effects cover that?
Probably costs less if they don’t
The credits rolled and I said yeah
It all comes back
As sarcasm do
Credits held more than the plot
There’s an idea
Until next time
It finally happened! The font defaulted to Times New Roman! My efforts have not been in vain.
Drinking in the peace while I can and detecting a strange sound from beyond…like either the bathroom or bedroom. Hmm… maybe the people downstairs, not under the stairs. The way this place is built there’d be no space for them. Then again the fridge makes strange moans, groans and clicks from time to time. It was a clicking like a horror movie insect… one of those big ones. By the glow of the fragrance warmer I don’t detect antennae anywhere. Nothing jumped out or grabbed me making high-pitched squeaking sounds injecting me with … whatever … to liquefy my innards when I checked my grandson and the bathroom. In fact the only sound was his breathing. Would t’were Saturday.
There you have a sampler of horror movies I’ve watched beginning way back. Most are the old black and white ones. Yes, more than one.
Time for espresso.
You know that part where they kiss
On his marriage raft enclosed in bed curtains drifting
For some reason I muse do you have to act
Horns and that kind of grin
Then I thought, “Did I fall asleep at this part
Doesn’t make sense
Don’t remember it being this … in … volve… d … ”
I know the sensation of that first kiss
Too many times with the wrong guy…
Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t that many
I believe in picking myself up, keep going
Dusting myself off
But not that many
Not that I don’t…
Whew, narrow escape that one
What if I butt in on a scene if I were close by
And make a comment, a gibe
“What he was trying to say
Hitting the sake means they had too much to drink
Just an idiom”
I’d look at them, aiming at him, shake my head in woe
Continue on my way
Born in a Borough you know how it’d sound
A noted NY place
The accent is me
Nothing but authenticity
You know I would be
Two of my favorites
Similar genre in individual lights
A good way to fall into sleep
Getting cozy at night