Spent New Year’s Eve here in New Haven. We had some friends over whose baby is just now six months old, and we cooked dinner. I was able to appreciate how strong mothers’ arms need to be to hold their children while stirring a pot of artichoke and spinach soup and trying to open a half pint of cream. It’s impossible. Impossible, I tell you. I’m a multi-tasker, but not a mother. They’re a whole different breed. I can assure you that’s a life choice I won’t be making for quite some time. At least until I can successfully make artichoke and spinach soup on my own.
We wasted the first day of the year away completely, going outside only to pick up pizza well after noon. The next day and today were spent traipsing around Connecticut, popping into bookstores, downing gallons of Starbucks and…drum roll please…a job interview for Dennis. He’ll find out tomorrow if he got it or not, another film job, so keep your fingers crossed because this could be a really good one for him.
By the way, have you heard the song “That’s My Daughter in the Water” by Loudon Wainwright? Because you need to hear it. Find it.