Monday, June 26, 2017

A Movie Night

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My sister-in-law and friend, Jean, was here for a weekend visit.  Since it was pouring for most of the day on Friday, we mostly did indoor things.  We went out to lunch, poked around an antique/50's vintage store, visited the Lake Champlain Chocolates factory.  In the evening we decided to go to a movie.  We picked Beatriz at Dinner.

Here's what Rotten Tomatoes has to say about the movie:
Beatriz (Salma Hayek), an immigrant from a poor town in Mexico, has drawn on her innate kindness to build a career as a health practitioner in Los Angeles. Doug Strutt (John Lithgow) is a cutthroat, self-satisfied billionaire. When these two opposites meet at a dinner party, their worlds collide and neither will ever be the same.

 They gave it four stars for its "timely social commentary" and powerful acting.

Well, if you like your timely social commentary delivered with a sledge hammer to the head, I suppose I can see the rating.  But you can save the price of a movie theater ticket and just watch the television news or read a newspaper. There's a big divide in the country.

I thought the movie was annoyingly obtuse.   Beatriz will never be the same, perhaps, but I did not I didn't see any kind of light go on for Doug Strutt.  Neither character was especially endearing.  My take-away was in thinking of soul development and it's clear that there is a whole lotta work in need of doing before any kind enlightenment is the norm.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Schooled

I was innocently eating an apple when my grandson let out a cry of disbelief.

What's wrong?

I have to get an apple so I can show you how to eat one!

You take a bite, chew, swallow, take another bite.  It's not rocket science.

You're holding it wrong.  I can'f believe you don't know how to eat an apple, Grandma!

Holding it wrong?

Well, the lad has definite ideas about the proper way of orienting an apple as you move it toward the mouth and take a bite.

For decades now I have held an apple -- thumb on the blossom end, fingers on the stem end -- and bit into it so that my thumb and fingers would line up along the corners of my mouth.

Even toddlers know how to do it.

Dane, on the other hand, thinks the apple should be stem up and blossom end down. I guess some people agree.



In any case, I guess an apple a day will keep the doctor away.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Untitled

Oh, there is this blinding ball of light in the sky!  Whatever could it be?

I am watching the lawnmower service busy outside.  One guy with a weed whacker and another on a huge lawn tractor.  The grass was indeed very high, but the ground is so saturated I don't quite understand how that large mower is not sinking and making ruts.

In truth, I would rather be sipping my coffee and watching the rabbits cavorting on the lawn.  They are ever so much cuter and quieter.

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I went with a friend to see author Howard Norman do a reading from his new book, My Darling Detective, at the bookstore in Montpelier.



The reading was intriguing enough to make me purchase the book on the spot.  It is billed on the back cover reviews as "an homage to noir."


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I hope every one is enjoying Linda's garden tours.  I will show you why I am always in such awe of her photos of Washington state gardens:

Only one iris bud and one peony bud!


Baby host

Annuals in pots

do add spots of color.

My herb garden

Rhododendron put on a good display though.


Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Some Words of Wisdom

offer some words of wisdom today:


  • Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.


  • Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.


  • You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.



  • The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.



  •  Always borrow money from a pessimist. He won't expect it back.



  • When tempted to fight fire with fire, remember that the Fire Department usually uses water.



  • Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine.

You're welcome!  Have a good day!


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Hair

Kay, on her blog Musings, recently posted about shampoo.

I loved her first line:

        You know I'm having difficulty finding something to write about when I wander around the house staring at           things.

I had to laugh because I know that feeling all too well.

Her topic of shampoo got me thinking about hair because my hair was a fairly frequent topic of discussion during my winter in Florida.

Obviously, I don't spend a lot of time or money on my hair:



The guy that cuts my hair used to suggest "low lights" (whatever those are) but he has given up and now agrees I should just be grateful for a "healthy head of hair."

One woman with whom I walk the beach told me that my hair color does not suit me.  I should dye it red and then the two of us will go to the Senior Center to pick up men!!

Good grief!  I really do not see myself as a red head.  And quite frankly, if I want to pick up men, the Senior Center is not going to be my venue of choice.*

Other friends staged what felt like an intervention, telling me I would look years younger if I just colored my hair.

A.  I would not feel in any way good about having chemicals dumped on my head. No, just no.  

And
B.  I quite like my hair just the way it is.

I should probably mention that no one thinks twice about hair in Vermont, the hippie-dippy natural state.  You've all seen Bernie.


*Sorry to be ageist. But here is my take on dating at a certain age, all the same:


Growing old with someone 

is a mystical mirror.
Looking in, I  see you,  
as I see  myself,
the sinewy muscle,
fresh,  smooth skin,
and lush, full lips
ripe for kissing,
even as it fades, a hint
of boundless energy.

Oh how memory softens
sharp edges of reality, 
the good old days and
getting through the bad.
The brutal fact remains -- 
and sad to say --
we are not bottles of wine 
nestled in Chateau Margaux 
aging into perfection.

Don’t think I whine about 
Growing old...No.
I mourn the loss of
Shared memories, 
shared illusions preserving
that reflection of youth
Because frankly
men my age 
Are just so darn old.


March, 2017




Monday, May 22, 2017

Still Spring

It is still spring in Vermont although for two or three days last week we had a taste of summer with temperatures shooting up to high 80's.

Before I could snap a picture of the gorgeous pinkness of the crab apple tree in bloom, a cold front blew in and also blew all the petals off the tree.  My car, parked nearby, looked like it had been festooned with confetti.

The grass is green and the trees have that tender yellow-green cast of early leaves, but the sun wants to stay hidden.

Contrast the water views:

Spring in VT

Winter in FL

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I am frustrated with trying to post adequate photos.  These are from my old phone, obviously not an up to date iPhone.

I don't know whether to blame Google, Blogger, Apple's Photos or the Universe in general, but I cannot access "Photos" on my computer when I am working to post in Blogger.  Grr.  I just get the spinning thing.

Maybe it's me. 

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Stray Bits

I have had a busy time since getting back to Vermont.  I had dinner with my son on Wednesday night, dinner out with my friend Ginnie on Thursday, a long walk in the country with my friend Donna on Friday and I went to see my daughter and grandkids this past weekend.  I have fit in a couple yoga classes and other exercise.  I have been practicing my watercolor painting.  And Zen doodling.

In the evenings, I have been sitting wrapped in my favorite quilt next to the gas fireplace, sometimes watching television, sometimes reading.  I started a book I am enjoying very much -- A Man Called Ove.

I really have not liked the cold weather.  My bones actually ache.

It has warmed up today and tomorrow everyone will be complaining about the heat.  I have some container gardens to get started, but the warm weather is not supposed to last through next weekend.  I am planning to visit the garden center tomorrow though.

I have been staying away from Facebook and I do think my mental health has benefited from it.  Still, I don't want to have my head buried in the sand either.  I read the Washington Post and watch nightly news on PBS and sometimes ABC. It's like watching a train wreck -- painful but I can't pull my eyes away.  I haven't suffered from GERD since my retirement, but lately it is back in full force.

I guess I better go doodle some more.