Friday, August 7, 2009
Is it my imagination, or have the sunrises been a little pinker and the sunsets a tad rosier these past few days?
I've been twirling my G-tube like a gold chain from a zoot suit ever since Dr. B1 announced that radiation and chemotherapy spooked the cancer out of my system.
Cancer could return for a rematch, so I'm savoring my clean bill of health for as long as it lasts, and I hope that will be a very long time. As for now, Kool and the Gang's "Celebration" is clanging in my ears.
A dear friend in Florida joins me in my happiness by wishing me a weekend of "trashy movies or a long walk up and down the aisles of Amoeba buying that rare music find."
Hey, I can do that.
The Amoeba visit is a no-brainer: Today is payday. But even if it wasn't, my car's wheels intuitively turn into the driveway to Amoeba's parking lot every night when I pass the store on the way home from work. And it won't be long before I'll be spinning into Amoeba on my bicycle again.
As for the trashy movies, maybe I have a screw loose but I'm excited about seeing "Julie & Julia," Nora Ephron's film about Julia Child, starring Meryl Streep and Amy Adams, which opened today.
Yes, I know that most grown men would not be caught dead in a theater showing the food porn movie of the century, especially one that is opening opposite "G.I. Joe." I don't understand my attraction to this film. I can't even spell "soufflé" without first looking it up on Wikipedia.
What's even stranger is that I'm guessing that I am the only man in America with a G-tube who will pay to sit through a two-hour movie about one woman who wrote a landmark cookbook and another woman who attempts to cook all 524 recipes in that book in the course of one year.
The only "cooking" I enjoy these days is what I pour out of a tin can. I doubt that even Julia Child could craft anything palatable from the high-calorie, high-nitrogen, vanilla-flavored runny goop that Nestlé calls Isosource.
In these post-cancer days, anything tastes good to me even though all of it bypasses my taste buds.
Now if you'll excuse me, my tummy's rumbling. One chick flick coming up.
10:30 p.m. update: "Julie & Julia" can wait a day or two. Found a used "Tootsie" DVD at Amoeba for $2.99.