CollaredPika of Bliss
Apr. 22nd, 2025 07:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoSometimes, when it rains in the night, I hear the sound of it sweeping around the corners, and it feels as if someone is wrapping my house in a blanket. It's a comfortable feeling. Then in the morning when the sun comes up, there are still droplets sparkling on the twigs, calling attention to the fact that this year as ever year, the maple buds are beginning to unfurl again. And I was startled to look out the upstairs window and see a panoply of dandelions already spangling the lawn. Everything is getting out of hand, as usual, while I am out of commission. But how lucky am I to have seen this so many times.
We both had a bit of a relapse yesterday, but the Soarrowhawk's was worse than mine. He ended up staying home from the gym again. It's not fun when we're both sick at the same time. He seems to be doing better today, and we hope to continue our interrupted trajectory of getting better. The stomachs are still not entirely reliable. I did laundry and made him some lime jello with bananas in it, his favorite. I had other things on my list but at that point I got too tired and sat down for awhile. He offered to take me to the botanical garden to see the butterflies, but alas, I was not ready for that. Laster, I pulled myself together and made us some fried rice for dinner, with mushrooms, celery, green onions, red peppers, ham, and an egg in it. You wouldn't think this would be tolerable to a dicey tummy, but it seems to be okay so far. Now I've developed a sore throat and a cough, and that's what's bothering me at the moment.
We're belatedly watching "The Saint" as a tribute to the late Val Kilmer. I saw it when it first came out, but had forgotten most of it. Oh lordy. I so want to believe in the Templar and his operatic, completely implausible multiple personas with a dash of Jim Morrison . . . but . . . lordy!! I can still enjoy it as a gloriously awful movie, bad enough to give one a rococo hangover. But I have to say that the female lead is giving the most embarrassing misrepresentation of a scientist I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them. I hope they kidnapped her puppy and blackmailed her into it, because I'd hate to think she did this willingly. It has hints of the very first Mission Impossible in it, and a prefiguring of Jason Bourne as well. This is a movie Harriet M. Welsch would have watched with popcorn.
"Look at those rotten things! Oh boy!" said Harriet, and sat down, stuffing a great gob of popcorn in her mouth.
We both had a bit of a relapse yesterday, but the Soarrowhawk's was worse than mine. He ended up staying home from the gym again. It's not fun when we're both sick at the same time. He seems to be doing better today, and we hope to continue our interrupted trajectory of getting better. The stomachs are still not entirely reliable. I did laundry and made him some lime jello with bananas in it, his favorite. I had other things on my list but at that point I got too tired and sat down for awhile. He offered to take me to the botanical garden to see the butterflies, but alas, I was not ready for that. Laster, I pulled myself together and made us some fried rice for dinner, with mushrooms, celery, green onions, red peppers, ham, and an egg in it. You wouldn't think this would be tolerable to a dicey tummy, but it seems to be okay so far. Now I've developed a sore throat and a cough, and that's what's bothering me at the moment.
We're belatedly watching "The Saint" as a tribute to the late Val Kilmer. I saw it when it first came out, but had forgotten most of it. Oh lordy. I so want to believe in the Templar and his operatic, completely implausible multiple personas with a dash of Jim Morrison . . . but . . . lordy!! I can still enjoy it as a gloriously awful movie, bad enough to give one a rococo hangover. But I have to say that the female lead is giving the most embarrassing misrepresentation of a scientist I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot of them. I hope they kidnapped her puppy and blackmailed her into it, because I'd hate to think she did this willingly. It has hints of the very first Mission Impossible in it, and a prefiguring of Jason Bourne as well. This is a movie Harriet M. Welsch would have watched with popcorn.
"Look at those rotten things! Oh boy!" said Harriet, and sat down, stuffing a great gob of popcorn in her mouth.
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Date: 2025-04-24 12:44 pm (UTC)