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Meanwhile, the messages from the other side keep coming...
Stripped my bedding today and realized the old bedspread Calliope and I had been sleeping on since her bad nosebleeds was an underwater print - with fish all over it.
Then I went to get my MRI. Sat down in the waiting room for an hour. Guess what was on the TV? My Dog Skip. Why is that significant?
Calliope and I had a talk yesterday before I took her to the vet about how I was going to write a script all about her, just like My Dog Skip, but for all those little kids out there who have a special cat. After the vet last night, I put buying My Dog Skip on my list of things to do today. Only I didn't have to buy it. Because it was on in the waiting room.
Had to watch the last half where Skip dies...then the movie looped around again, and somewhere in the middle of my tears and the first act, I was called back for an MRI. Used the loo, and on the wall was a poster of a fish floating in front of a mountain. Had the MRI, came out to wait for the results and had to watch the last half where Skip dies again. Poor Nurse Sis turned her back on the TV...said now Calliope had gone too far.
We get it, girlfriend. The afterlife exists. Hope there's lots and lots of fish, and someone to scratch your chin.
* A friend of mine from the UCLA program not only sold her script, but it is being produced this summer, starring Mr. Banzai Peter Weller. Congrats, Sharri!