Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 23, 1997

Dear Everyone:

This will most likely be the last Letter until I’m settled into my new place.  Next week I will be much too busy trying to maintain my sanity to have any time left over for Letter-writing.  Today, I will go to the title company at lunch time and sign many, many documents.  And my real estate agent in San Ramon keeps faxing me important papers that she actually expects me to read.  Does anyone ever really read the CC&R’s? 

Next Wednesday (everyone still have their fingers crossed?), the escrow should close on my Concord place.  On Thursday, the escrow on the townhouse closes (be the Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise).  And, as soon as I have the keys in my hot little hand, I’ll start moving things. 

I’m taking next Thursday and Friday as vacation days (thus dodging the bullet on the inevitable “to-dress-for-Halloween-at-work-or-not?” decision).  I’ll start moving small things, like clothes, clocks, and everything in the blue bathroom, to the townhouse.  On Friday, the movers will come and move all the furniture and whatever boxes I’ve managed to pack up.  Then I’ll still have Saturday to finish moving the rest of the little stuff and clean the condo before dropping the keys off at the real estate office. 

And I continue to look in cupboards and closets and ask myself things like, “Why do I have a dozen champagne flutes  When have I ever needed a dozen champagne flutes?  When was the last time I needed one champagne flute?  There’s a charity drive going on at work, in conjunction with United Way Month.  I think I’ll drag a few boxes worth of stuff to Company Park before the end of this week. 

Take, for instance, an angel food cake pan.  When was the last time I baked an angel food cake?  If I ever need an angel food cake (for whatever reason), I’ll go to Safeway.  This is why Zeus put bakeries upon the earth.  And bundt cakes.  Do people still bake bundt cakes, or was that just a fad, like hula-hoops?  In any case, I have all these baking pans taking up space in the cupboard over the refrigerator.  (As a general rule of thumb, if it’s over the refrigerator, there’s a good chance you really don’t need it.) 

Also, this would be a good opportunity to toss out that box of mashed potato mix from two Christmases ago.  Not to mention an unopened bottle of Apple Cinnamon Sauce and where the heck did that come from, anyway? 

It will probably be a while before I have time to take in a movie again, so it’s a lucky thing that the last one we went to turned out to be such a good one.  This is the time of year that the studios start trotting out their Oscar hopefuls and this could be one of them.  Devil’s Advocate stars Al Pacino as (guess who?) the head of a big New York law firm.  Keanu Reeves puts in a surprisingly good performance as a young defense attorney from a small Southern town.  He has a gift for picking juries and getting guilty clients acquitted. 

He gets invited to join the New York firm, with an astronomical salary and fabulous perks.  He doesn’t ask what the catch is; as far as he’s concerned, he is the catch.  Little does he know how true this is.  This is Rosemary’s Baby meets The Firm, only it’s much better than either. 

Pacino’s character, calling himself John Milton, is already over the top just in concept alone.  But Pacino keeps himself reined in.  You spend a lot of time trying to guess who’s in the know and who’s just being used.  There are some nice casting touches, such as Craig T. Nelson, of TV’s Coach, as a defendant charged with murder. 

However, a word of warning:  This is definitely an adult film.  There’s a bit too much flaunting of flesh for younger viewers.  And don’t go anywhere near it if you’re the slightest bit acrophobic.  There’s a scene in which two characters go for a stroll on the top of a high rise building that will curl your toes for a week. 

And just when you think you have everything figured out, there’s a twist that turns into another twist.  Really makes you wonder about the concept of “free will”. 

I’ll be back after I get Oberon and Company set up in our new home. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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