A day of filming for A Woman's Voice film

A bit about our film A Woman’s Voice…due to be released sometime before I’m underground.
A few weeks ago:
I was sitting on the couch when Tim Jackson (The Bo) phoned, said he was having difficulty getting out of Boston and wondered if he’d be able to make it out here in time before the light went down. I heard the door open and there he was…teasing/torturing me as usual. Fine line with The Bo. Bo brought the ingredients for Shepard's Pie, I got busy putting it together but first went out and bought a nice bottle of Chianti. I want to that to sound like Hannibal Lechter. Actually it was Merlot. It’s not often I get to cook for someone and red wine goes with the occasion of creating a lovely meal. Bo asked his crazy questions and I gave my rather revealing and possibly “mad I tell you” answers as I prepared our dinner. Later on we watched this horrendously bad, silent no less, film on witches throughout the centuries. Was not good and the music was irritating. We turned it off after ½ hour of torture. There we go again with the torture. I swear he does it on purpose and his wife and children will attest to this. Ate lots of food, got into plenty of daft repartee's, which the two of us seem to love. I love that he’s so infuriating. Finally not scared of him anymore. He always says things that could hurt your feelings if you let them. He likes to dig in with a knife but somehow it usually strikes your funny bone. His wife Soupie, and I made up a song “We’re not afraid of the Bo no mo” so on and so forth. He’s a very clever, extremely humorous, charming young man in an older suit. I was sad to see him leave for Boston and here I am staring out my picture window on a new spring day…always busy though teaching, creating, thinking.