He better be knee deep in fish

I thought that we'd hear from Jeff today. Maybe he's leaving us and this is how he's telling us. I've been thru this one before '...I'm just going to Alaska for three months and I'll be RIGHT back". Every time Jeff says he'll call me in 5 or 6 days he always sounds very intense like I can't handle how long it may be before we speak and I always feel like it's not going to be that bad. But today seemed one day too long. Wow. What is going on I wonder? Of course my biggest fear is always that he's gonna finally call and the first thing he'll say is "well..they found the finger. That's the good news."

Happy Fathers Day to him where ever he is.

The day started out really depressing because I was sooo fricken tired. Leo is getting up a lot in the middle of the night and at home I'd let him just cry himself back to sleep but I've been getting up and giving him a bottle or comforting him back to sleep since we're in the same room and I panic about being really sleep deprived for performing. This morning I was just trudging along--depressed. And then I called my dad to wish him happy fathers day. That cheered me up a bit. I didn't call my birth father but I THOUGHT about calling him. I still get nervous that I'll call him and his daughters will be there and feel like WHY IS SHE CALLING YOU?

But the sad day took a cheerful turn when we found ourselves in the middle of the gay pride parade. It went right by my building. Gay pride is perfect for kids...well, some floats. It's a lot of good dance music--happy people and bright colors. And balloons. Leo LOVED LOVED LOVED it. He cried when I took him away.

And then I went and did my last show. What an adventure this has been. It really has been. It's kind of been one of the most wonderful places I've ever spent time in...Portland is a lovely city. And this building--and the food and the stores and the people and that theater...amazing. And the challenges of some of the audiences just made the show a better show I think.

I'm packing tonight and tomorrow and will be heading to Seattle for 2 weeks on Tuesday. A part of me would just like to get back home.

Happy Father's Day every one. I have a wonderful father. Sid Weedman has taken a surprise turn in my life and ended up being quite a hero to me. Not that he wasn't so much when I was growing up--but I felt like he was monitoring my weight a lot. And now that my fat legs are gone he can focus on other things....like my film career. I love him much.