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'Jake' ushers me into my Carlsberg Years

.1.T just celebrated her birthday and has officially become the first of us girls to enter our Carlsberg Years.

.2. Speaking of which, I am starting to notice a change in my own life as I approach the official entry in to…

For example, saw ‘Must Love Dogs’ and noticed something. It was called ‘Jake’.

Found myself mysteriously and tremendously drawn to the character. Do believe it has everything to do with the fact that his lines very nearly made me collapse a lung.

Erm. Think I should be wooed by the scriptwriter rather than the character?

Perhaps; but only if the writer is 6'something", with a circle for a mouth and is at his sexiest with floppy hair and in an inviting sweater.

Aside: If a man can make me laugh hysterically, they are halfway to ensuring shall hide around corners and follow them about (with a toothbrush & a lamp…because you just never know).

Just kidding.

Not really.

Well, ok, I am.

(Anyway, Jake = John I-too-would-force-him-to-pull-over-and-let-me-drive-and-have-I-mentioned-he-can-wear-the-shit-out-of-a-sweater? Cusack.)

.3. In the film ‘Must Love Dogs’ aforementioned Fox meets Diane Lane via on-line dating. We were discussing what we would place as our…handle...call sign...that one-liner that’s supposed to get men’s (in my case, anyway) attention.

I said mine would read: “Daddy?”

No one thought that was remotely funny.

I, on the other hand, am still laughing...and people on the street are starting to stare.

Scotland & extra travels

.1. Scotland can only be described as voluptuous. It is a beautiful country and these were the stops: Glasgow, Edinburgh, Linlithgow (I kept calling Mary: Quary Mean of Scots, by accident), North Berwick, Fidra Island (where I saw puffins and seals), Loch Awe and the surrounding areas, Oban, Isle of Mull, Iona (recommend you visit and take a dip in the waters), Kilmartin (where hanging out with sheep is really exciting because they jump. A lot.), & Paisley (the mantra is: 'Don’t go after dark').

One of my favorite moments occurred in Kilmartin. The town only has approximately 15 homes and our B & B was at the tip. By 10 p.m. all of the lights are out. On the first night there, the moon was hidden and there wasn’t a single cloud; I was already in bed when I noticed that what lay outside my window was something I’d never seen before, neither to that extreme or with such clarity.

In the pitch black, the sky looked as though it had exploded with thousands of gold lights. I was hanging out of the window, backwards and almost parallel to the earth, staring at the immense depth and enormity of God’s sky. I’ve always known this, but I’d never seen it until that moment: We’re so tiny compared to it all.

Before I could fall out of the 2nd story window, decided to pull myself back in and stare at the sky from bed. Didn’t get much sleep that night but it was well worth it.

That's all you need to know about my personal life.

.2. Considering the landscapes to which I’ve been drawn in the last couple of years, I think I have to head in the exact opposite direction, and soon. My dream holiday, somewhere lost in Africa, should really be my focus but...I don't want to do that trip as a singleton. Not sure what's next on the agenda.

.3. Am already a bit sad to be home, but really looking forward to the next two months as I should be spending quite a bit of time at both the Montreal & Toronto film festivals, and then a short few days in NYC to relax. If you can, I recommend you catch the world premiere of Beowulf & Grendel in Toronto. OH! And then there's the U2 concert in November. And then snow.