I have a boy! God loves me, to be certain, I can finish my movie, I have a boy.

On Saturday, at the theatre, I was wandering around the lobby because I had arrived back somewhat early for the evening show and didn't feel like getting into the Seat of Death again quite so quickly (though it turned out that that seat didn't make me wish for an ax, 'cause it wasn't on the curve. And it cost $40 less than the painful one!) when I ran into Mary Ann, a woman that I know from Love Creek.

She was deep in conversation with a man who turned out to be a director, so she introduced me as another director, one who was looking for a truck and a boy! The man also was looking for a boy for the play that he is directing, so we commiserated with each other on the appalling scarcity of boys.

Then Mary Ann said, "You know, I know a boy, but you said that he had to have brown hair, and this boy's kinda blondish..."
"I don't care! I'm desperate! He's supposed to match Richard Cranwell, but at this point I don't care how well, because if I don't shoot this on Sunday, I'm screwed!"
"Hmmm, he could match Richard, they are similar enough..."
"That's a great plus, but basically, at this point, all I care about is that the kid is white."
"He's nine years old..."
"That's perfect!"
"Wait, I think he's seven..."
"That's perfect!"
"Well, he's either nine or seven."
"As long as he is neither five nor fifteen, that's all that matters."
"Okay, I'll call his Mom and see!
"Please let me know either way, because everyone keeps promising me boys and then dropping off the face of the earth!"

So I saw the play and went to Boston and cut my film, all the while calling my machine obsessively, waiting for Mary Ann to call back. She hadn't by mid-afternoon on Monday, so I was going to call her Tuesday, but then when I got home that night and was about to sign on the computer, there were messages!

The first was from her:

"Hi, this is Mary Ann, I haven't been able to reach my friend yet, but I'm working on it!"

The second was from her, and very slowly she said (asides are me):

"Hi, this is Mary Ann, it's 10.30p (get on with it!) on Monday the 18 of September 2000 (c'mon, move it along!) I talked to my friend, the mother of the boy, and he...(yes?) would...(yes?!) be...(YES??!!!) happy to be in your movie!"

I started screaming and I slammed down the phone and ran upstairs and pounded on the door, gasping to a startled Cynthia when she opened it:

"WE HAVE A BOY!!!!

Then I went back down to listen to the end of the message to make certain that Mary Ann didn't follow that sentence with the words "...but he has recently lost his left leg," or "...but he insists on being paid $200," but she did not.

You have no idea how worried I was. Hell, I had no idea how worried I was until the burden of worry dropped off my shoulders like that. I can finish the movie. I can probably, with Ed's help, make the deadline for Sundance.

I cannot relax yet, as it's not over until the 29th, but the end of the tunnel is in sight.

I can't think of a question this morning. Feel free to ask one yourself!

And we're still talking about what surprises us about ourselves, icky stories, our most recent trip, the most spontaneous thing we've done lately, how we feel about medication, the one right way to do things, self-knowledge, running out of time, new movie recommendations, what we need to be happy, our offices, vocal tics, and bad movies we love.

Today's horoscope:
Feelings and interactions with colleagues are more important today. You may meet a future partner through your job.

One year ago today:
"His eyes are like hard-boiled eggs, a pleasure to photograph."

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