Roadrunner of Flourish
Aug. 16th, 2021 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoCan't say I'm quite back to normal yet. I feel a desire to lurk, stay home, and do nothing. And yet, I'm cross because I'm not accomplishing anything. This was another day when things didn't go as planned. I had a long talk with Queenie this morning. Her surgery has been put off again--for the fourth time--because elective surgeries are being canceled again in Florida. They didn't even try to reschedule it. The doctor said maybe in September, but the nurse said more likely not until October. We're still planning to go out to the big lake for a couple of days. We spend all day in the woods away from people. We'll take our own food again and maybe get takeout one night, but once again we won't eat in any restaurants. I meant to go out and shop for some things to take with us in the cooler, but didn't have time today. I'll have to do it tomorrow while the Sparrowhawk is doing his piano practice.
I meant to pack tonight while he was at the gym. Instead, I channel surfed away from the awful, terrible, no good news and ended up watching "Deep Impact" yet again. Ah yes, back when Morgan Freeman was President. We were still all gonna die, except for Elijah Wood and his child bride, but in such a dignified fashion. I snorted when the Prez made his lofty speech about all the things we were going to do and not do, how our way of life would continue, prices would not go up, no hoarding, no looting, and we would all behave rationally and cooperatively. Well, maybe we would have if it was the Sweet Meteor of Death rather than just a paltry epidemic. I don't know why I have a morbid fascination with this rather pathetic movie, but I do. But I just have no patience with Tea Leoni going to die on the beach with her father. For Pete's sake. Don't be such a loser! I also thought the scene of Robert Duvall reading Moby Dick aloud to the blind astronaut while they're on their suicide mission was hilarious. There are only three books in Hollywood: Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn, and Tom Sawyer. I wonder what book I'd want read to me if I were on a suicide mission to deflect a world-killing asteroid/comet/meteor? Probably The Lord of the Rings, but it's too long. Maybe a little Jane Austen would lighten the mood. Or maybe Have Spacesuit, Will Travel. "We'll make our own sun!" Yeah, sure, if we can ever get up off the couch.
I meant to pack tonight while he was at the gym. Instead, I channel surfed away from the awful, terrible, no good news and ended up watching "Deep Impact" yet again. Ah yes, back when Morgan Freeman was President. We were still all gonna die, except for Elijah Wood and his child bride, but in such a dignified fashion. I snorted when the Prez made his lofty speech about all the things we were going to do and not do, how our way of life would continue, prices would not go up, no hoarding, no looting, and we would all behave rationally and cooperatively. Well, maybe we would have if it was the Sweet Meteor of Death rather than just a paltry epidemic. I don't know why I have a morbid fascination with this rather pathetic movie, but I do. But I just have no patience with Tea Leoni going to die on the beach with her father. For Pete's sake. Don't be such a loser! I also thought the scene of Robert Duvall reading Moby Dick aloud to the blind astronaut while they're on their suicide mission was hilarious. There are only three books in Hollywood: Moby Dick, Huckleberry Finn, and Tom Sawyer. I wonder what book I'd want read to me if I were on a suicide mission to deflect a world-killing asteroid/comet/meteor? Probably The Lord of the Rings, but it's too long. Maybe a little Jane Austen would lighten the mood. Or maybe Have Spacesuit, Will Travel. "We'll make our own sun!" Yeah, sure, if we can ever get up off the couch.
