9 years of marriage without penetration causes Dandy to take up with a kind outlaw Act I-4

Today is Doc's birthday, so in his honor I have posted his portrayal of a 28 year old outlaw. He always tries to get me to post his acting as soon as possible. He added his own special touches to this video which I think you might recognize. In spite of Doc's intractable ways, he is a funny talented guy. We are both too old and decrepit and unable to take the discipline and the stress of live theater. So we have to do what we can.
We have kind of slipped back into seeing each other again since Jack is gone. I could not do anything much to help save him. I got over being mad at Doc. I had a touchy stomach this morning so could not go out to eat as he wanted to do for his birthday. He felt kind of sorry for himself, but ever since I had that painful stomach virus my digestive system is easily irritated. I ate too much tabouli yesterday! Raw greens and lemon juice dressing! I told Doc not to blame me for being a little depressed. He has made himself a prisoner of his drinking. It must get boring at times.
Jack is gone because of his drinking, and last night Dale, the outlaw who inspired this play, was haunting me. He has been dead 10 years because of his drinking. He died still in the prime of his life at 60, working and drinking. I can't help it if he would not stop when he was told he had an aneurysm. He drank anyway. The dead are just in a different world. I don't talk to them long because I am not there yet. Even if the living are barely putting along. Like Doc. Drinking aint good for you!

Gerry and Doc Barcelona, Woody Allen style

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.

3- Gerry never got around to sprinkling Pierre's ashes so she sent them to his ex-wife

Pierre had a good sense of humor so he probably laughed to think I trucked his ashes to his ex-wife because he tried to sell them to her before he died for $700 which annoyed me. I said, "Pierre are you going to be happy in an urn beside her in her family crypt?" He said, "I am going to be dead. I don't give a damn about my ashes!" I said, "I don't think she will ever send $700 for them." She did not, but she told me when I called to tell her Pierre had passed away that she still wanted his ashes. I was annoyed at her nerve, so I kept them for a year. Doc came along and insisted I needed to do something with them. I could not sprinkle them among the saguaro because Pierre always said he did not like the desert, so I finally sent them to her, and she was very happy, her daughter reported. When she died they comingled their ashes, so they are together in the crypt, but not in the after life, Pierre insists. I thought it served Pierre right for trying to sell his ashes.
By the way Doc has been so perturbed at me bringing Pierre to be in our video and saying he has come back to me, that he insisted I stay down there and sing all afternoon. He vowed he is going to treat me better, so I won't need Pierre. I said, "as needed."