I told myself (and possibly others) that I was not going to use this place to talk about my personal life. Not that there’s much to talk about, but I really wanted to refrain from doing that because a) it’s boring and b) it makes me sad. But it has been explained to me recently that talking about things isn’t always a bad thing. So, I’m going to do a little exploration of my thoughts and feelings on stuff that’s going on in my life and we’ll see how it goes.
First off, I like There Will Be Blood more and more each day. And not just because doing a Daniel Day-Lewis impression with Kristin is one of my new favorite hobbies. I guess I just can’t get that Daniel Plainview character out of my mind. While I thought I liked NCFOM more, I’m just not sure anymore. TWBB will not leave me alone.
Second, I think that maybe if we didn’t have to call it a “divorce,” I wouldn’t tear up every other second. Maybe we could call it something kinder, softer, like a pumpkin. Not that a pumpkin is soft really (except for the ones I made Heather keep in our locker — being festive and all — from October till we cleaned out our locker in June), but it’s got such a nice sound. Pumpkin. As many children are, I was called pumpkin by my parents when I was young. In third grade, Mrs. Cerrato gave us some sort of questionnaire in which she asked us to tell her our nicknames. I wrote, “Pumpkin,” thinking nothing of it. Later, she called me to her desk and said, “Is that right? That’s adorable!” Well, I was mortified and took the questionnaire back to my desk, erased “Pumpkin” and wrote in “Kateski.” I certainly showed her.
Anyway, so I was thinking, maybe if I could just refer to it as a pumpkin, it might take some of the pain out it. At least it’s worth a try.
