Which Alfred Hitchcock Movie Am I?

(It's not a meme. Or a quiz.)

I suppose my moods are swinging like a menopausal metronome, but I'm generally not having down periods, or at least, not bad ones. The one over the weekend was the worst one for a long time. Mostly, I just get all sappy and mushy, not so much teary, but grinning excessively, which looks a little grotesque on me, but I don't always do it when I'm with people. I'm reminded of a classic film scene, and a favorite of mine, from The Philadelphia Story (not a Hitchcock movie, btw):

Tracy (Katherine Hepburn) is drunk on the eve of her wedding, and loosens up for the first time in her life while she's hanging out with Mack (Jimmy Stewart,) who is not her fiance. Liz (Ruth Hussey), who is not Mack's fiancee but would like to be, is more of a skeptic, or cynic. Tracy, in an uncharacteristic burst of good humor, sweeps her arms and looks dreamily into space and says to Liz

"Aren't men wonderful!"

And Liz replies, deadpan, "Yes, the little dears."

Anyway, I'm usually in Liz mode, but here and there these days I morph into Tracy mode, feeling gushy about relatively ordinary things. For example, last night, my daughters went to a concert in the city. I did my very best not to get all freaked out over this. K was meeting R at Penn Station after work, and later, they would be coming home by train together to R's house, where K would be staying over.

R emailed me during the day to tell me all the plans, so I wouldn't worry. I wanted to call her on the phone at work and gush "Oh! I just love you so much!" *ahem* But I wrote back a nice email asking her to have K confirm the sleepover plans (which weren't definite at that point), and she said she would.

At 6:15, I got a text from K telling me that they were together, and she would, indeed, be staying over. Isn't that wonderful?

When I got up this morning, I saw a text from about 12:30 last night that they were home, and she hoped the text didn't wake me. (It didn't.) So then I wanted to call her up at R's and say "Oh, I just love you so much! I love both of you so much! you guys are THE BEST!" But it was six a.m., and I figured that would not be the way to start her day, considering she was asleep at her sister's, and isn't a morning person, and anyway, the upshot of the whole thing is not my children, good or bad, but is that I AM A PSYCHO.



watching ---- :: ENTRY #2063
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham