I get up every morning and read and comment on other slices. I’m energized to move out into my day with thoughts of my upcoming slice. Big change. I remember when I raced to get my Slice up, first one.
Most of this month I don’t write the new slice until I’m just about to end my day and by that point I am fluid and words seems to just flow from me, even if I’m not sure where I’m going with them.
So here I am flowing with words.
Tuvia and I just watched half of the movie, Frankie and Johnny, based on the Terrance McNally play that once upon a time I knew well and loved.
I remember getting so excited when news broke that it would be made into a movie starring Michelle Pfeiffer and Al Pacino. But I was disappointed. Michelle was just too pretty. Al looked beaten up, more authentic.
The play is simple. Simple sets, a few characters and the audience gets a chance to watch two sad characters find connection.
The movie, filled with textures and characters, major and minor offers too many distractions.
It’s a new experience for Tuvia who loves both Michelle and Al and sitting with me as we huddle around my computer in the kitchen. So even though the movie just can’t offer what the play did, hey, it’s okay.
There’s something else here even more interesting.