Blue Skies, Green Lights, Lots of Dreams and Huge Smiles
It's snowing in Seattle where Grandma Joy is, but it's only a bit cloudy on the last day of the year in Saint Plotniko. Plotnik's forecast for 2009 is blue skies, green lights, lots of dreams and huge, fat smiles.
The economy will rebound, eventually. The war in Iraq will end, eventually. Maybe we'll all get it through our heads that our calendars contain only a finite amount of days, and if we don't use them well we will have wasted the only thing we own that means anything at all.
Maybe Plotnik will finish The Perfect Pitch. Maybe he'll write another great song or two (plus all the others that ain't so hot).
Maybe the Duck will figure out a fine new way to use her Spanish.
Maybe the NY Plotniks will blossom in Brooklyn and discover a new life.
Maybe the West Coast Plotniks will spend a ton of time with them.
Maybe the New England Plotnik will treasure her time in Providence and discover a new rock.
Maybe the West Coast Plotniks will spend a ton of time with her.
Maybe we'll all get a house on some shore or other this summer. Maybe Plottie and Belly will build a sand castle.
Maybe Duck and Plot will get off the sailboat with Finch and Crow in Grenada, then decide to spend the next month taking cumbia lessons in Barranquilla.
Probably not.
Up until last night, Plotnik would have said he hopes to sell the Saab next year. But somebody showed up, bought it, paid cash and drove it away. The phone didn't ring in the next hour, so that's one less item on the wish list for 2009.
Plot hopes somebody saves the Magic Theatre. They may have the ultimate Theater Attitude, but it's one of our great showplaces.
He just looked at San Francisco Theater Blog and noticed he wrote 45 theater reviews in 2008. That's not enough -- let's go for 52 next year, even though Ducknik isn't always crazy about seeing three on a weekend.
What else?
More sausage sandwiches from Rosamunde and more bahn mi from Saigon Sandwich Shop. Maybe a bit less carne asada from El Gran Taco Loco and the discovery of a Serenata de Garibaldi-style fine Mexican restaurant somewhere in the Bay Area -- great, regional Mexican cuisine and a really tacky mariachi.
More time in Mexico. Another round of mole in Puebla for sure.
More, more, more, how about less?
Less waking up at 3 in the morning to worry. In fact, less worrying in general: the kids'll be fine without Plotnik's eyes glued to the ceiling in the dark.
More time spent with JJ-aka-PP who lives too far away.
Manny Ramirez?
More good stuff.
Less not good stuff.
Alevai. Inshallah. Happy New Year! May God's auto-dial have your phone number on it.
Love, TGP
posted by DAK @ 9:50 AM
5 Comments:
You know how to make a grown woman cry! I was already thinking that I'd encourage you to get that beach house on this coast and then you went and mentioned me in your New Year wishes!I'm honored and I conquer (sp?). Right before my vacation started, a colleague reminded me of a line at the end of the latest Indiana Jones movie. (Plot spoiler, if you care)As Indy was finally marrying his true love, his friend said something to the effect: "So much of life is wasted waiting." I've thought about that a lot over break. NO great decisions or changes, just thought about it.
Happy New Year and looking forward to seeing your more!!!! :-)XOXOX
No, not conquer, concur....Oy!Blame that on vacation brain!
You actually sold the Saab? For real? Massive congrats!
Nice list (although I'm not sold on Manny - I'd rather he played somewhere else though, like on the Royals).
You and Belly have lots of sand castles in your future, but just remember that you don't get beautiful sunsets over the ocean on the east coast. (You also don't get hypothermia when you dip your toes in the water either, so maybe it's a fair trade.)
Speaking of plays, I saw Speed the Plow this afternoon. Double Wow!!! David Mamet is a genius. Raul Esparza, Norbert Leo Butz. One more reason to visit Brooklyn sooner rather than later.
Congrats on the Saab sale ~ we'll discuss it tonight IN DETAIL.
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