Today I’m feeling under the weather. After doing the rounds of the family, it’s now my turn to be ill. Even my curry prescription could not keep this one away. I hope none of you have succumbed to the lurgy. Normal service will resume tomorrow, hopefully. In the meantime, if you have any cold remedies you think are good, tell me about them. I’m having a movie/book day - reading Lisa See’s, “Dreams of Joy.” I’d love to hear your movie suggestions too.
(Photo credit to Kenny Barker on flickr - Glencoe, Scotland)
I’ve enjoyed my movie binge today and thanks again for your suggestions. Thanks to ‘mings’ for “The Bridges of Madison County,” I haven’t watched that in years. It gave me an additional excuse for running nose and eyes - a beautiful, bittersweet story. This image captures the moment when the simmering passion between Robert and Francesca becomes impossible not to express. There’s so much to this movie, a lot of life and love of different kinds, and that which we yearn for and cannot have, or won’t let ourselves have.
Status report: The lurgy has been suppressed by vitamins, tea and fruit and the mood has lifted. From the mouths of babes (my daughter), came “Larry Crowne,” and I have thoroughly enjoyed it. It didn’t take me to locations more exotic than California but it was a good story, if implausible. It was the kind of implausible I like though, whereby there is an unexpressed agreement between filmmaker (in this case Tom Hanks) and viewer that you will suspend ‘reality’ for a while. You go on a different type of journey of good feeling, fun and a certain fantasy and inevitably come away feeling lighter. I do.
Thanks for the movie suggestions, if anyone has any more I would love to hear them. I plan on visiting indolence today, and film and books will be my mode of transportation. I’ve seen Dirty Harry, always good and similarly enjoyed “The Duchess.”
Am I the only one that imagines I am original; maybe not in word or deed but in creation, only one snowflake just like me and all that… Last night I was again reminded how wrong that is. Forget questions of parallel universes, how about this one, right now. Years ago I was working in a pub, ‘bottling up’ (re-stocking the shelves) one morning before opening. It was a beautiful warm day and I’d left the outer door open to clear the smokey/beery air. A man wandered in and I said he could sit there but would have to wait a bit until we opened. So we chatted. Well, not exactly chatted in the conventional sense, rather I fielded his pretty weird questions. I will make this long story short but it seems he had been elsewhere in Scotland, another small place and met me. The me he described sounded a lot like me, he said looked exactly like me and was even doing the sorts of things I would be doing. She was involved in a small theatrical production, brilliant but getting up the noses of the local clergy for reasons he didn’t explain. The thing is, it wasn’t me. Last night I went to see “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” with my daughter and thoroughly enjoyed it. I was prepared to suspend critical faculties as I loved the cast and the setting, the whole premise of the story. My daughter kept saying about Judi Dench’s character, “She really reminds me of you Mum,” attitude, haircut, manner, etc. I of course wasn’t seeing this until I heard the Judi character (can’t remember her name) giving a little speech for telesales staff about how to connect with people. Not only have I done that before but I more or less said exactly the same words she did. Maybe my daughter was right. The real question is, are we singular snowflakes or could there be more like us, different versions, but much like us? It’s a thought isn’t it, something to ponder.
Thank you very much “avatbidgoli” for following my blog. I welcome you to tumblr or if it’s not your first blog, I hope you get much enjoyment from it. I slipped into the past for a bit looking at your photos of old time stars, relaxing in various ways. I particularly enjoyed the excellent black and white shot of Danny Kaye and Grace Kelly sharing one cup of tea together. I’ll thank you with Marilyn in dressed down and relaxed pose.