Shapes of Things

Hi. I turned 39 on Monday. Jack Benny's age. It was a weird one. For starters, unlike most other years, I didn't gather my friends together to help me ring in a new year. Secondly, so much is going on in our lives, especially with B's dad being sick, that me marking another year just seemed inconsequential. We went out for a nice supper and B made my favourite chocolate chip cookies, so it was still a good day, but not exactly a joyous occasion.

Last night I watched Waitress, the movie Adrienne Shelly wrote and directed (and co-starred in). It was funny and touching and empowering, not to mention hunger-pang inducing... mmm... pie. Knowing that the person responsible for such a beautiful little film was slaughtered filled me with so much sadness last night. Today, too. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by the spectre of death these days. I know I should meditate and live in the moment, but man, sometimes it's hard.