I brought Woody Allen's "Vicky Christina Barcelona" home yesterday, and oddly enough, it reminded me of aspects of Doc's and my life together. Like the characters in this movie, I am always seeking completion, and might go to bizarre lengths to make all my dreams come true. Like Woody, Doc is willing to analyze my character for hours on camera. Time and again I knock on the door only to hear my own voice inside as Doc watches one of the many movies he has made of me pontificating or in some cases even verbally abusing him. He has given these home movies all their own names. For example yesterday he was watching "F-U-N." I have no idea what that's about as I can't stand to watch myself over and over again as he can. I no longer feel he is that devoted to me. He is just devoted to the woman he sees on camera with a movie he has made which he feels shows his genius in questioning me and bringing out the shrew in me, or whatever he was aiming for. Doesn't that sound like Woody Allen? So here is a sample of our lives with an unexpected twist that will be sure to make you smile at least a little bit.
Thank you, Connie, for this horsey interpretation of Doc's character! See Windswept Whispers on my blog list.
