Goldenrod of Simmer
Aug. 21st, 2018 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoAnd the day name is very appropriate, because the goldenrod is blooming. Trying not to have a crap day. There's supposed to be a day on which I clean all the things and check everything off my list, but today was not that day, because I only slept for four hours. I had to get up due to a scintillating combination of anxiety and stomach pain. I stayed up till it got light, and then had to go back to sleep for a couple of hours, so that destroyed my schedule. Not that I actually have one, but I have an imaginary one in my head, and I am disappointed when it cannot be operationalized.
The Sparrowhawk went out for a walk with me, which was very nice. I think he's trying to cheer me up. We saw a hummingbird in the back yard! It was green. I think it was a female ruby-throated hummingbird. There are swallowtails and monarchs in the wildflowers, but not many. It's been a sparse year for butterflies. Flocks of goldfinches swoop from one patch of flowers to another like little chips of sunlight.
We went to the bookstore for a change, and I tried to work, but the latest horrible news from the Catholic Church is impeding my thinking. Angel Bait was a story of a girl escaping from a oppressive religious group, and the sequel is supposed to be more about her further adventures and liberation of more people. But the real life stories are so horrible that I feel I'm trivializing it by talking about it in these veiled fantastical forms. I may just not be able to do this right now. However, I did get a couple of maps of Rome, just in case.
"Crazy Rich Asians" became available on Movie Pass, so we went and saw it. With popcorn. I'm now satisfied that we've pretty much had our money's worth out of both Movie Pass and the refillable popcorn bucket, come what may. And if we can see a few more movies in September, it will definitely have been worth it in spite of all the frustrations. The movie was fun, but it also caused me to reflect that I was raised pretty old school. I've been tremendously loyal and dedicated to family in a way that not everyone is these days. I'm not sure how I got that way, since my FOO had its problems, but that's how it's been. I don't know if the Sparrowhawk's stepmother hated me, but she gave every indication of disliking me quite a lot. It was not, like the mother in the movie, because she thought I was too ambitious, however. She just didn't like anything that was related to the Sparrowhawk. Anyone who liked him was a terrible person in her book. She highly resented it that he failed to live up to her requirements, and yet girls still liked him. Fancy that! Hmmm. Also, we met at the University of Michigan, which she referred to as "that Satanic place," and I was a long-haired hippie girl and not Lutheran, hence probably some kind of awful slut, so "not our kind" did play into it.
I've probably told this story before, but when I met his grandmother, she took my hand and stared into my face for quite some time. She had very black, sparkling eyes with a lot of life in them. Finally she sighed and said, "Oh! I'm SO glad it's you! I was afraid he'd bring home some little bit of fluff." She had taken my measure and approved totally. After that, we were on the same wavelength and I really loved her.
The Sparrowhawk went out for a walk with me, which was very nice. I think he's trying to cheer me up. We saw a hummingbird in the back yard! It was green. I think it was a female ruby-throated hummingbird. There are swallowtails and monarchs in the wildflowers, but not many. It's been a sparse year for butterflies. Flocks of goldfinches swoop from one patch of flowers to another like little chips of sunlight.
We went to the bookstore for a change, and I tried to work, but the latest horrible news from the Catholic Church is impeding my thinking. Angel Bait was a story of a girl escaping from a oppressive religious group, and the sequel is supposed to be more about her further adventures and liberation of more people. But the real life stories are so horrible that I feel I'm trivializing it by talking about it in these veiled fantastical forms. I may just not be able to do this right now. However, I did get a couple of maps of Rome, just in case.
"Crazy Rich Asians" became available on Movie Pass, so we went and saw it. With popcorn. I'm now satisfied that we've pretty much had our money's worth out of both Movie Pass and the refillable popcorn bucket, come what may. And if we can see a few more movies in September, it will definitely have been worth it in spite of all the frustrations. The movie was fun, but it also caused me to reflect that I was raised pretty old school. I've been tremendously loyal and dedicated to family in a way that not everyone is these days. I'm not sure how I got that way, since my FOO had its problems, but that's how it's been. I don't know if the Sparrowhawk's stepmother hated me, but she gave every indication of disliking me quite a lot. It was not, like the mother in the movie, because she thought I was too ambitious, however. She just didn't like anything that was related to the Sparrowhawk. Anyone who liked him was a terrible person in her book. She highly resented it that he failed to live up to her requirements, and yet girls still liked him. Fancy that! Hmmm. Also, we met at the University of Michigan, which she referred to as "that Satanic place," and I was a long-haired hippie girl and not Lutheran, hence probably some kind of awful slut, so "not our kind" did play into it.
I've probably told this story before, but when I met his grandmother, she took my hand and stared into my face for quite some time. She had very black, sparkling eyes with a lot of life in them. Finally she sighed and said, "Oh! I'm SO glad it's you! I was afraid he'd bring home some little bit of fluff." She had taken my measure and approved totally. After that, we were on the same wavelength and I really loved her.
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Date: 2018-08-22 12:34 pm (UTC)GO GRANDMA.