I’ve been working on my turnout. I can start ballet in May, so I figured I needed to start getting at least that ready since between riding and ballet my body’s going to be forced into a constant state of contradicting poses on a weekly basis (heels down vs. toes down, back arched vs. back straight, chin out vs. head up, etc.). And I’d like to at least be able to attempt to move around without the aid of a wheelchair.
Caught the recent episode of Real Time with Bill Maher with Salman Rushdie and Mos Def on the panel. Confession time: I am totally crushing on Mos Def. He’s so cool. I’ve always been a sucker for really smart, cool guys. I got weirdly defensive, too, when the other guests on the show wouldn’t let him finish a sentence or a thought. And let the guy wear his hat already! Jeez.
Anyway, absolutely nothing going on here. Cleaned and baked and wrote and studied and ran. Made an all-day spaghetti sauce for The Boy’s dinner. That was about my day. I blew off plans with just about everyone and stopped answering my phone two days ago. It’s been very peaceful.
Caught the end of Forrest Gump while I folded clothes. I’ve seen it a hundred times, and it’s still such a great movie. Every time, since the very first time I saw the movie in the theater with Boyfriend Number Five on our one year anniversary, I burst into tears when he’s standing at Jenny’s grave talking to her and says of Little Forrest “…And he’s just so smart, Jenny.” Can’t help it. It just gets me.
The movie Forrest Gump came up in conversation earlier this week, so it’s weird that I caught it today. A guy at work cornered me and told me that I was losing too much weight. Huh? Does that happen?
I told him I’ve been spending a lot of time running. He said, “You’ve got a Forrest Gump thing going on, huh?”
I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. He’s one of those big, tough guys, so I was surprised that he pulled out that reference. I was also surprised that I hadn’t been doing as good a job as I thought at keeping my personal and professional lives separate.
I smiled at him, nodded, and said, “I guess I do.”
I saw sympathy in his eyes, and he nodded in return but didn’t say anything more.