Well, happy hot Sunday! If you're anywhere in the eastern part of these lofty United States, it's going to be another cruel one today, gang. Thank god my AC is working again. I feel so sorry for my friends in NYC. B/c of my birthday being this past Friday, I wound up hearing from just about everyone I know who still lives in NYC and they are really suffering. It seems to be even worse over there -- the heat, I mean.
Yesterday, I had a quick lunch out with an old friend to celebrate my birthday, and after she left & went home, I found myself standing alone in front of the hugely air-conditioned Cineplex, and I saw that Pirates of the Caribbean Part 417 was still playing there (!!) and a showing was going to start in 4 minutes. I was really, really tempted to use my AMC gift card and go sit in the ice cold dark for 3 hours and watch the movie again, even though I only had my sunglasses with me -- I'd left my regular glasses at home, so I wouldn't have been able to really see that great. But what a great way to escape on a brutally hot Saturday afternoon, right? However, inside my house it's actually pretty comfortable now and god knows I have a ton of writing projects that need my attention. And POTC #417 has already made over 1 billion dollars worldwide whereas I've earned slightly less than that so far this year...So... I did the responsible-writer thing and got back into my unbearably hot car and headed back home and got to work.
We had a terrific thunderstorm here during the night. I don't remember ever hearing a storm as noisy as that one was, gang. It was actually kind of scary. It knocked out the electricity for several hours -- which included the AC and every fan in the house, of course -- but everything is back to normal now. Now that I'm a home owner, thunderstorms scare me. My house is made entirely from wood, plus I have a number of trees, several of them right up against the house. I lie in bed and pray like crazy now whenever there's a thunderstorm. Last night, after 2 intense bolts of lightening and booming thunder tore across the sky, the fire engines tore out into the street. (The fire department is basically across the street from me so I can't miss the timing: lightening...fire engines.) I felt so bad for whoever got hit.
And speaking of feeling bad -- I am still just stunned by Amy Winehouse dying, and also by her being that almost magical-fateful age of 27 when she died. How many well-known and self-destructive musicians have died at 27? (Numerologically -- 27 is 2 +7 and it equals 9 which is the number of completion, gang.) And corny as I am, I was still reeling from the news that J Lo and Marc Anthony were splitting up... I'm not a huge fan of J Lo's but I like Marc Anthony a lot and I'm a huge fan of people who are in love... Oh well. [heavy hot Sunday morning sigh here.]
Speaking of self-destructive people... How gorgeous was Marilyn Monroe in The Seven Year Itch, gang???? Was she not luminous? Was she not an utter delight to behold and to listen to?? What a great whisper of a pretty voice, right? Well, that 's how Bill and I spent last evening: In honor of the heatwave, we were down in the family room with a big bowl of popcorn, watching Tom Ewell and Marilyn Monroe take over the small screen in The Seven Year Itch. (For those of you who have never seen that classic film, it takes place during a summer heat wave in Manhattan.) (And it's adorable. If you haven't seen it -- you must!!)
On that warm and fuzzy note, gang, I leave you with this link! [Try to stay cool, but don't soak your sheets and pillowcases in ice water! It's too icky!!] See ya, gang. Thanks for visiting.
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Causes Marilyn Jaye Lewis Supports
The Film Council of Greater Columbus, Columbus, OH
The Adrienne Shelley Foundation, NY, NY
Paralyzed Veterans of America, Washington, DC...