This is a post script to an entry I wrote over the weekend. I’ll keep it brief.
My father replied to my birthday wishes!
Oh sure, the message was terse and unsigned, contained no indications of affection or love, and was a masterpiece of self-restraint at only eight words. But you’re missing the point.
It was also pleasant, featured no booby-traps or bitter attacks – seriously, none at all – and for once didn’t even leave room for ambiguity, any of the usual, “Hmmmm, what did he mean by that, I wonder?” double-layered comments that I’m used to. Heaven only knows how long it took him to craft it.
The man – my dad! – said quite simply that, yes, he’d had a pleasant day on his birthday and thanked me. Wow.
Now, to you, eight words might sound pretty meager, almost an insult. “That’s it? That’s all he could be bothered to write?” Me, I’m overjoyed. In my world, given his track record, that’s a true home run. And a solid breakthrough.
So no blog today. Instead, I plan to get drunk on Martinis by 9am and stay that way ’til sundown. In fact, come to think of it, why stop then?
My little movie Fast and Very Loose is now on YouTube. Watch it HERE.