I got to sleep in this morning, which was glorious. I actually had the first good night’s sleep I’ve had in probably four weeks now. It seems like every night I’m always waking up every hour or two, interrupting the whole process. But last night I got a horrible headache, and after trying another new pain killer that yet again did nothing, I decided it was time to break down and take some percocet. I’ve been avoiding it for a while, trying to see if I can use some other pain killers, migraine miracle cures, et cetera. Nothing’s worked thus far. And the extra plus from percocet is that it puts me to sleep, something that I’ve sorely needed. I’m almost wondering if this lack of sleep isn’t making these headaches worse. I’ve tried conventional methods – getting more exercise during the day, that sort of thing. It’s not helping. Oh well.
Of course, lately it might have been worsened by all the added stress from the final stages of getting meetings set up for the TV show. That certainly hasn’t helped. But everything’s fine now and it’s all taken care of. I can quit stressing. It seems that everyone but me is absolutely positive that this is all going to work out and it’s going to be an amazing success. Even my German translator buddy, Drew, said to me on the phone this morning that he was getting stressed out because he couldn’t get a hold of the Count. He said he stopped, thought, prayed about it, and he laughed at himself. He said it was almost as if he’d been stopped dead in his tracks and told straight to his face to calm down. That everything would work out just fine. So for about five minutes he just told me that he was confident it’d all turn out beautifully.
Finally at 10:00 this morning, he did get through to the Count’s wife and explained about how I couldn’t make it there for Monday’s meeting. She was very understanding and nice about it, he said, which is an incredible relief. I can quit stressing now, because they’re good people too.
Speaking of good people, Amber’s blog has moved! She got her own webspace and even her own domain name. Wasn’t that clever of her? She’s now at www.Setsy.com/blog. Cute, isn’t it? You’ll have to ask her where the nickname came from. I know, but I think she should have the pleasure of telling it if she so desires. :)
After that reassuring news from Drew this morning, I decided to take the day off. I laid around in the basement with Steve watching movies. I got all curled up in a blanket and we watched ‘The Courtship of Eddie’s Father’. Although, we didn’t watch all of it – Tivo didn’t record the ending because TCM’s schedule got messed up and it ran over the scheduled time. Stinky, isn’t it? So now I’ll never know who married Eddie’s father… that is, until I rent it from Netflix. Although, it’s kind of a dead giveaway who he marries anyway, straight from the beginning. It was still a great movie, though. Little Ronny Howard was definitely impressive, especially during the scene where he starts distractedly screaming his head off when he finds a fish dead in his fishtank. Very impressive indeed.
The movie-watching didn’t end there. My parents returned home from their various outings around 6:00 and after dinner at my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, we watched ‘My Favorite Wife’ and ‘Once Upon a Honeymoon’, both with Cary Grant. The first was pretty goofy, about a man who remarries after his wife is thought to be dead after a shipwreck. Turns out she’s alive and has been on an island in the pacific for 7 years. She just so happens to come back home the same day the husband remarries. Hilarity ensues and a lot of innuendo is cleaned up for the oh so prim 1940’s viewing audience. It was rather funny, mostly thanks to Cary Grant’s amazing slapstick humor and comic timing.
The second one, ‘Once Upon a Honeymoon’, is still baffling me. First off, how can a film made in 1942 actually be considered a comedy when it involves Ginger Rogers marrying a Nazi? How could Fred Astaire have allowed that?! But seriously. It’s about Ginger marrying some nasty Austrian Baron who turns out to be a Nazi, and Cary Grant comes along to try and save her. They end up roaming all around Europe, trying to evade Hitler and make it back to the USA, all the while trying their best to save Jews and be good little spies for their country. Yes, it was quite the propaganda film, and a good one at that. But still, it was all fun and games, and then it got serious and depressing, and then Cary and Ginger paused at one point when they’re actually in a concentration camp, and gave this little speech about how awful it was that Hitler was playing God by deciding who could and could not have children, etc etc.
The best part, though, was when near the end Ginger’s on a boat to the USA and she’s walking around the deck when she happens to bump into her evil Nazi husband. My Mom said, “Oh no! He’s going to throw her overboard!” Ooh no, not in a propaganda film. It’s against the rules to kill Ginger Rogers in a pro-USA propaganda film. Sure enough, she somehow managed to throw this big burly Austrian over the side without messing up her hair. Now that’s American know-how for you. :) It was a fun movie, although it’s still kind of depressing. Stupid Nazis. They ruin everything.
I’ve still got way too many movies to watch that Tivo recorded for me. I love it, though. I’ve gotten to see some pretty obscure movies lately that I didn’t even know existed. For instance, night before last I watched a *great* movie with Frank Sinatra, Groucho Marx, and Jane Russell – “Double Dynamite”. I never in my life thought I’d see Frank and Groucho walking down the street, singing together. It was fabulous.
Don’t worry, I’ll quit with the movie reports eventually. But as of right now, I’m still enthralled with the novelty of Tivo. :)
Also, three big cheers for Gateway. I can’t tell you why yet, but believe me, they deserve it. Especially a Gateway guy named Dave. Dave’s are good things to find in this world. I’ve found two, and so far, they’re the nicest people I know. If your name is Dave, you’ve got a lot to live up to, my man.
That’s right, I think I’ve lost it for tonight, so I’m going to sleep now.
