Sorry, but this care giving business is a time hog of enormous proportions. Thanks to a blood transfusion, Linda is stronger than she's been in a while, but still I spend a lot of time making juices, meals, appointments and just being here to take notes during her sessions with doctors, nurses, physical therapists and so on.
Barely have time to see my therapist, and that's just wrong!
People occasionally ask when my next comedy show is, and right now, it's never. That's not due to any sacrifice on my part; I haven't been asked, and I sure as [fill-in-the-blank] haven't had time to pursue any new gigs. The Comedy, she can wait.
Patiently, one hopes.
Watched a few episodes of the "Big Gay Comedy Show!" (I think that's the name) last night, and laughed quite a bit. Some of the skits were hilarious, but some were just mean, and I just don't understand the role of mean in comedy. I think mockery needs to be reserved for oneself and one's demographic--making fun of anyone else, especially someone older, fatter, less attractive, and so forth, isn't comedy. Bullying, maybe, supreme snarkiness, but not comedy.
But since mockery of others figured large in about half of the skits, I'm guessing mocking = comedy for at least half of the planet. Maybe more.
But Julie Goldman, who I had the pleasure of performing with almost two years ago (I think) in Boston, was fabulous in every skit. Born to do sketch comedy, that one.
Now, I think it's nap time. Weekends have their perks!
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