because i want you

There is no better scene in this world than this one from STRANGER THAN FICTION.

I decided that quoting this scene was too much, even though the words are still as strong out of context, the tension and honesty in this scene should be viewed.

Now from a writer’s perspective, I have to admit I love the scenes with Emma Thompson as she’s narrating while she writes. This particular passage always gets me:

Kay Eiffel: As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be ok. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren’t any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick.

Okay, it’s humpday. The female terrorists kittehs have been wrangled and taken back to the vet as it seems their constant cage fighting and terroristic training has opened up their incisions. Yay for yucky, gaping abdomen holes! Has this slowed them down? Not. One. Bit.

I’m working today, finishing stuff up. I have Christmas bunko tonight, hanging with pals tomorrow and my pal Laura’s birthday on Christmas Eve…this will be my first Christmas Eve without the kids. I’m not really looking forward to waking up Christmas morning alone without them, but I’ll see them mid-morning and it will all be good. It will also give me a chance to sleep off all the wine I will have consumed with Laura the night before.

3 days left til Ho, Ho, Ho!

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