Spent last night with Bill, Julio and Juan last night watching ‘Walk The Line’ the Johnny Cash biographical movie with Joaquin Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon. Very good, they both sang. She deserved her Academy Award for her role as June Carter Cash. Joaquin was very good, but she brought such a light to his gloomy story. Probably a lot like his life, downward spiral, going nowhere, addiction to pills, then she shows up and doesn’t instantly reform, but gradually over a couple of years. It’s recommended, not a bad flick, and Joaquin’s voice is a very close approximation of the Man in Black.
I didn’t sleep too well stemming from the toe incident and at some point while sleeping a woke up flailing my arms because I dreamt I was falling, unfortunately I was hitting Bill with my arms. Strangeness. I swear it was from the falling dream which could be related to the World Trade Center footage I watched on Monday. Tends to haunt my dreams sometimes after I’ve seen the images. Still horrific, and it doesn’t get better with time. I apologized right then and there, to Bill and a few times after that before he went off to church.
It was another gorgeous day today. I walked out and got the papers and some bagels, said namaste to the Indian guy behind the counter. He gets a kick from me, big goofy white guy greeting him in Hindi. The way to say good bye is Au jus, or oh Jew, or something like that, as I’m frequently corrected and never seem to grasp the proper pronunciation and it makes them giggle. Bill got me started on the namaste business so blame him. I do enjoy saying hello and goodbye in various languages. It gives me the opportunity to make people laugh.
Bill and I met up in the city and he joined me in going to the rally to Save Darfur. There were rallies all over the world and we went to the rally in Central Park. It was great Bill joined me, even though it only a few blocks from where he went to church this morning. So after he met me in midtown we got off the train where he was just at an hour or so previously.
A laugh was not on the menu when I got a phone call from my dear sweet chocolate sister in Washington DC, Billie. He called and apologized for not calling me on my birthday, which I easily forgave him since I had just spoken to him a week or so before. But no, life had dealt his family a bad hand and Billie was calling with the news that his sister was murdered by her boyfriend last weekend. Terrible news indeed. I never met her, but she was living with a brute in the 2nd house that Billie owned next door to his first house. Billie had the brute thrown out and she followed wherever the brute went. Sadly, it lead to her demise.