louise on the left (coast)

I just can't get started on the New Year, yet. I know, school's starting, it's the first "real" Monday post holidays, but somehow...I'm just. Not. There, yet. For some reason "Sentimental Walk" from " Diva " bubbled up to the surface of my memory, today. I haven't thought about this film for almost 28 years. 28 years ? How is that even possible?

John: "Okay, I'm raising it 500." Dana: Silence. Raps table. Pete: Raps table. "Your turn, Louise." Louise: Raises eyebrows. Looks meaningfully at cards. "Oh, wow..." (whispers to her poker partner) "Okay, seriously. What do we have, anyway?" Partner maintains stoic poker face. Has since given up even meeting Louise's eyes long ago. Table endures one long, bored pause . Louise: (to table) Hang on. Sorry. (whispers again to partner) "So, does this suck, or is it good?" Pete: "...Louise? It's your turn." Louise: "Sorry, but if this were Pictionary, I'd be kicking your ass right now." Partner: "You're the kind of person my husband loves to play poker with." Louise: "Oh, good."

Watch and listen!

 

Here's something different to ring the New Year in with. ~ An interesting 60's Russian music video. Thank you to Russian Video From Russia for providing this interesting clip.

I've had some issues with my layout recently in this blogger website, which means, I'm having to heavily rely on videos for posts. So, I did a quick search today on New Years Eve to see if I could find a few film clips that capture how I feel about life. Ironically, I kept coming back to Woody Allen movies, and I just decided to go with it and be true to how I felt at that time.

(This post started out with a ruder title, but I didn't feel it did justice to the subject of this posting.) So, my (slightly delusional, but only in a "good way") impossibly generous, always loving and always undeniably entertaining parents just got on a plane home, from Orange County, CA to Vermont, this morning. And, this means I AM VERY SAD. Having them with us for the past Christmas week was always wonderful, occasionally stressful, a bit heartbreaking, but often hilarious...And, putting them on a plane this morning felt awful. After dropping my folks off at the Long Beach Airport, I couldn't bear to just head home just right then, so I stalled and took my kids to a nearby favorite thrift store first. There, I picked up a used Eva Cassidy CD I'd once heard was good. On the way home, we listened to Cassidy for the first time. Suddenly, upon hearing her version of "Imagine" I found myself unintentionally and inexplicably weeping into my steering...