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Palisades, Coffee Bean.  Free Wi-Fi.  6am.

Without much effort I achieved a great deal yesterday.

I woke early..one of the benefits of jet lag I suppose.  I sat down first thing and wrote a long list of things to do and accomplished most all of them.

Started the day at my regular Wednesday morning therapy meeting.  Breakfast with the boys..usual crowd.  Later I told friends how happy my long trip away had made me.  It had been a reminder of how life could have been.  Cramming a 20-year relationship into the past six months.   Warts an’ all.

Ending up as friends…that’s a good thing.   Funny to think just how intense, intimate, loving, abrupt, fiery and passionate one can be with just one small man.

Sent off script to a writers’ workshop that I would love to attend this October.  It’s my Brothers script, which is in bad need of development.  I originally thought that Pink could play the lead female.  Pink, now that’s an unwritten story.  What a gorgeous human being she is.

Met Luce the cleaning lady at the Malibu house.  Drove to supermarket, bought detergent, loo rolls, kitchen paper and pan scrubbers.   Paid water bill, looked at my huge phone bill incurred whilst in Europe and felt sick.

Went to bank and had $100 of charges removed from my account.  Bastards.

I don’t think I am going to be so lucky with AT&T.

Met with lawyer and dealt with stuff in Woodland Hills.  No time like the present to: get new iPhone and organize for lap-top to be repaired.

I ran into a delightful Brazilian talent agent intern whilst having bugs resolved in my sync..

After the chaos of The Grove I sat in John’s kitchen giggling about life.  I really am in a very good mood.

New renters arrived yesterday.  4 instead of 2 as contracted.  I have to go to house today and deal with this.   It’s such a bloody bore.  Renters can be such lying shits.

Had dinner at Unami Burger with Justin.  I ate crab.  He needs a manager..don’t we all?

Grateful for:  New Road.  Early Mornings.  Chilly Evenings.  You Tube.  Good Health.

10 replies on “Doing”

For some reason, I’m curious to see the new road. Could you post a pic in a future blog entry?

Duncan,

I’m glad that you’e in a good mood. Any chance of you sharing a bit of “Brothers” for us to read? Have you sent it to Pink to read? You haven’t posted anything since your short story set on the day the towers fell. I’m sure that we’d all like to read anything new, even if it’s a rough draft.

As for renters… if they sign a contract for two and four show up, isn’t that a breach? I thought that even if they say that the other two are just visitors, that in most leases you have to notify the landlord if visitors are going to stay longer than a couple of days. Maybe you should have a psychic screen them or something before you accept a contract. Kidding. Good luck.

Blessings,

Amanda

hmm….is it strange to meet someone and then find them via the internet because said person was so intriguing? well, if it is, i’ve been called worse things than strange!
i hope this cryptic comment will find you Duncan, and that you will in turn find me.
i hope your head is resting on the soft pillow along the bumpy road to actingville.
i hope we will meet again and have fun chat about who knows what (which is the fun in this post)
i hope….
well, that’s a lot of hopes. and i don’t like to tempt fate.
ps. i don’t eat brain either? hope that’s cool with you Monsieur Roi!

shit.
now i’ve gone and done it.
put my name because i am ridiculously technologically impaired.
so i change it to this. operapo…
and btw….what is moderation and why is my first comment awaiting it?
oh, do help me Piglet out with this blog world Pooh

well dear sir.
i wrote an earlier note. from the heart. i put my name to it and in the ensuing panic of name change it seems to have been erased. it went something like this….

because i love to act on the glory of intuition i choose now, this ungodly hour, to find you. as your head is on a pillow on the bumpy road to whitey’s house.
i hope this finds you and that in turn you’ll find me. because LA is, well, LA. And so rare am I inspired to actually find a random act of stranger after the fact.

my last post had lots of hopes (and was better said i think, so forgive the flailing of this post)…
i leave it at this…one hope…i have found a new friend.
Enchante Monsieur Le Roi!

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