I’m jetting off to Primland tomorrow for the family women weekend in honor of Kelsey’s birthday. Liz and I were wondering last night how to pronounce it. “Prim-LAND” sounds too American, so I think we’ll settle on “PRIM-lund,” in a British accent, with the nose slightly in the air. Anyway. Can’t wait to go. I’ve missed those three a lot.
Last night, Guion and I watched Woody Allen’s “Vicky Cristina Barcelona.” I can’t remember who I was with when I first watched it, but I remember really liking it. It was fun watching it with someone who didn’t know what was going to happen, either. And fun to be reminded of how totally amazing Penelope Cruz is. She makes Scarlett Johansson look weak and wan.
Guion is going to have a Man Weekend in my absence. He’s going to see Joanna Newsom play in Richmond (jealous!), host song workshops at our house, and record music until the wee hours of the night. He says he’s going to miss me, but I’m not so sure I believe him. We also realized that Saturday will be the first day we’ve spent apart since we were married. So sweet.
I don’t dream about anything these days but animals. Mostly puppies. Last night, it was a flock of birds (finches, budgies, parrots, lovebirds) that I bought from a Vietnamese hair salon in San Francisco. In the dream, Guion decided he hated them and I had to return them all, which involved navigating very bad traffic on a terrible highway and breaking into the salon at night to return the birds to their cages. Very specific details. I have no idea why or how my psyche generates these stories.
Have a lovely weekend. See you Monday!
And the way it will all come together
In quietness, and in time
And you laws of property
Oh, you free economy
And you unending afterthoughts;
You could’ve told me before
Never get so attached to a poem, you
Forget truth that lacks lyricism, and
Never draw so close to the heat, that
You will forget that you must eat, oh
– Joanna Newsom, “En Gallop”