Nov 17, 2004 19:34
I find myself in New Orleans. Ava and Deke are resettled with their mother, and Seth's filming, too. This is the way of our business, but it sucks, and I hate it, and I've been moody on set and off.
At least I'm in a good place for it, a city dark with spirits and stories, with lots of corners to get lost in and wander. It suits me, lately.
Just another week or so til there's a small reunion of sorts, at least. I take holidays seriously, and we're going to do the blended thing as best we can. Seth claims agnosticism but he seems excited enough to teach the two of them about Hannukah. I'm just looking forward to all of us being together again.
We talk, at least twice a day. Usually more. Share cigarettes and meals and conversations, other things I won't repeat here as much as Zooey would like me to. It's not perfect by any stretch of imagination, but it's real, and it's working, and it's ours, completely.
We own this, and we'll continue to work to protect that investment. I would expect nothing else.
I can't wait til Thanksgiving.