With Dad now at home and feeling pretty good, we’re all settling into trying to help him recuperate from his heart “failure” last weekend. I’ve been trying to do what I can around the house – driving my mother here and there, running errands, changing smoke detector batteries, etc. Normally, my Dad’s been the one climbing on ladders and doing “guy stuff” in their home.
He’s also thrilled the English Premiership has restarted. It was on the television all morning. Memo to anyone in U.S. sports media who still believe men “over 50” will never take to soccer/football: My 73 year old very American Dad – who grew up adoring baseball and American football – loves soccer now too.
If I had ever bet that he’d be immersed in a Leicester City v. Everton match, I’d have lost my shirt.
There is some downtime. So later, and in days to come, I may also have some time to write sneakily. They don’t know about my novels.😉
And my wife (back in London, from whom in 15 years’ married I’ve not been so long separated as we will be during this week, or more, apart), bless her, she decided this morning to have a laugh. She iMessaged me this Telegraph piece:
Marion Cotillard: ‘I felt I could lose myself’
My phone beeped at me at 4:30 am with just its link visible. Nothing else in her message. When I spoke to her a few hours later, she said she just couldn’t resist it: “I know she’s not Juliette Binoche, of course. But she’s second….”
8. You wholeheartedly agree with the phrase: “Mélanie Laurent is a goddess.”
…. everyone knows the correct phrasing there is not “Mélanie Laurent is….” At least, not yet.
Obviously, the most accurate statement is “Juliette Binoche is….”
“Marion Cotillard” being one is the other acceptable response.
All things considered, it’s wonderful to feel able to really smile for the first time in nearly a week.