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Rant
I watched Crazy Heart last night and here’s the thing. Did the casting director have to pair Jeff Bridges with an actress who could pass for his friggin daughter? Yuck. Is there not one actress even ten years his junior (if she MUST be younger) in all of Hollywood to fill this role? He’s older than I am for crying out loud. I just checked.
And here’s the other thing. Has anyone mentioned the equally serious love/sex addiction of the character played by Maggie Gyllenhaal? Did she make it into recovery too? What’s her story. Or did she simply meet a “really great guy” and everything got all better. NOT.
Geez. I thought I would be seeing a serious film about recovery. What a disappointment.
Tapping Trees and Drinking Sap
Chad is so into this, and really it IS quite remarkable to watch him tap the sugar maples on his Chi south side city street. “Sap is like Jesus”, he told me. “So good, and He never runs out”.
A Room of My Own
I have always only had shared space, in the 38 years of my marriage. Don’t get my wrong, I am not ungrateful for this roof, this dry space, this home with it’s fireplace, and warmth. But this…this is special for me. This is my very own room, a place to read and to think, no computer, no TV, no phone. Peaceful.
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