Well, that was special. That being the night I had last night with very little sleep due to a drama playing out with Tommy borrowing my car and being gone for way longer and going far further than I consider respectful or reasonable, given that I was directly told otherwise. It threw my whole night off to be anxious and worried about the car getting back and charged back up to capacity because I needed it all day today. I had to abandon my plans to go to Jikoji, which was fine. I manage. It was inconvenient, and I'm old enough not to be inconvenienced, so somebody else isn't. That's not my job as a parent. I tried to shake it off as being yet another growing opportunity. When I was his age, I was pulling shit, too; I didn't feel entitled to do so. Today's Death Café went well. We focused on grief, which was always inspiring, informative, and supportive. I really enjoy the time I spend with these people. I've gotten to know many and really recognize our shared humanity. Jen still in Palm Springs so I went solo to the Stanford theater. There was a double feature as always. "Bedlam" and " Secret Behind the Door". I had never seen either. I enjoyed them both. It's hard to listen to Boris Karloff's voice with out thinking of references to Whoville. I sat on the lower level and really enjoyed the grand scope of being close to the screen, and then for the second, I went to the very back of the balcony where I was close enough to hear the motor and sprockets of the projector. It's such an awesome experience and I can't wait to go again. I'll be going on Sunday.
