Amy and Hereafter

Dear Amy,

Since it appears that you're my only reader, I may as well simply address these blogs to you. Thank you, by the way, for being so loyal to my ramblings. I can't tell you how much it means to me.

We went to see Hereafter today and I have to say it's a must-see. It wasn't the best film I've ever seen but it made me feel better than any film has made me feel for such a long time. For the life of me, I can't understand how filmmakers can create such scenes as the opening tsunami episode. It's like all the sleight-of-hand and magicians' illusions that also confound me. The movie may depend too much on the coincidental joining of the three plot strands, but who cares. I love Matt Damon, I loved all the other people in this film. I loved this film. I hope you do too.

My last trip to the doctor revealed that absolutely no progress has been made in the healing of my leg wounds. I'm about to tell him, despite the fact that he's a very nice man, that I won't be coming back to see him. He's tried every trick in his book of healing tricks and nothing has worked. So I think I'll just treat it on my own and let the wounds fall where they may. What do you think? Would that be too premature of me?

Today is a gorgeous Arizona day, low eighties, windless, clear skies. So nice that when we got home from the movie, I decided to walk to Pebblebrook, a nearby golf course, to putt a bit. I may not be able to hit a golf ball anymore, but I can still putt. The course is an easy fifteen minute walk from our house so I was hardly panting when I got there. Naturally, I ran into an old golfing buddy who just had to chat for a while. We chatted for a while. And then another old, and I do mean old, golfing buddy showed up and we three chatted for a while. By that time I was out of the mood for putting. I putt 15 times, made three rather long ones, didn't have any 3-putts, and decided to call it a day. On my way home, halfway there, with my legs really starting to yell at me, the second old buddy drove by and asked me if I'd like a ride home. I agreed hastily. And that's when I decided to write you this note.

I hope all is well with you and Rick and the kids. Greet them all for me. Love, Jerry