A Portrait In Preoccupation

This photo. What is the story of this photo? To you, it may look staged, but the esteemed photographer, a certain Short Jewish Gal dwelling in the vicinity of Sherman Oaks, told InstaBupkis that she staged bupkis. This exact moment serves as an homage to her own... how did she put it? Ah, yes, "mounting preoccupation with life." She went on to explain, rather eloquently, if she must say so herself, that she wanted to "illuminate how readily the brain of a rapidly aging goddess leaves the palatial estate without as much as a head's up." According to the international blogging sensation (her words, not ours), last night, her longtime hubby inquired, with a hint of despair, "Where's the remote?" Her response: "I just gave it to you, darling." And yet, as this slightly-enhanced-for-dramatic-effect photo proves, she had lodged the TV remote in the designated portable phone base, and had lovingly presented the portable phone to the man of her dreams, allowing him to dial up a pizza, but not the Dodgers. Aside from capturing a moment that signifies, SJG-wise, that "the lights are on but nobody's home," she suggested another layer of commentary, more familial, more, how did she put it, "haimish," a photo of a photo, if you will, that of a warm and cozy group hug between Cuzzies, taken last Thanksgiving at Andy's Westside compound, and perched on the SJG's counter, courtesy of Brother John, as a reminder of the how lucky they are to have each other, and more importantly, that this year, "It's my turn to do Thanksgiving. God help me."