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verbminxI do not understand why my mother has been home for 90 minutes and spent the majority of that time just standing around in the kitchen. Weird.
I watched the movie Anywhere But Here a little earlier because a long time ago Ragdoll said it reminded her of me and my mother, but the truth is that my mother is not so much of a free spirit as Susan Sarandon's character; tinge that "I wanna be my daughter's buddy" bit with "but she still has to worship the ground I walk on." It did capture, very well, some of the irritation that every little movement of someone you don't live with by choice can cause. Earlier I got frustrated with my mother (as often happens around snacks) because we were eating out of the same bag of Doritos and she would stick her whole hand in, pull out a fist full of chips, and cram a stack in her mouth; I'd take two chips and slowly eat them bite by bite. She does the same with popcorn, M&Ms, whatever. It makes me crazy... it's so greedy and uncouth and unladylike. I thought the movie portrayed that well... the mortification you can go through when your parent misbehaves... isn't dignified, or isn't mature in some respects... misbehaves according to your perspective, anyway.
I'm grasping for words that aren't in my head right now.
I tried to watch The Red Violin but I don't have the concentration... the same with Beau Travail earlier. (Why watch that when I've studied "Billy Budd" half-a-dozen times, sat through the film with Terence Stamp, and don't have any desire to see the same drama reenacted en francais with a shaky-cam? Because it's supposed to be good, and because both were on cable today... today was really a bumper-crop day for good movies on the trusty DirectTV minidish.) I watched a few minutes and turned. Trying to keep up with subtitles wracks my nerves. I can barely handle watching something in my own language lately... foreign films are too exhausting. This puts me in a melancholy mood, makes me feel like slightly less than I am. Hopefully when I feel better my concentration will come back and a foreign film won't feel so overwhelming.
I'm so hot. My temp is a little above 100 deg F. My limbs ache. I think it's almost time to sleep again.
I watched the movie Anywhere But Here a little earlier because a long time ago Ragdoll said it reminded her of me and my mother, but the truth is that my mother is not so much of a free spirit as Susan Sarandon's character; tinge that "I wanna be my daughter's buddy" bit with "but she still has to worship the ground I walk on." It did capture, very well, some of the irritation that every little movement of someone you don't live with by choice can cause. Earlier I got frustrated with my mother (as often happens around snacks) because we were eating out of the same bag of Doritos and she would stick her whole hand in, pull out a fist full of chips, and cram a stack in her mouth; I'd take two chips and slowly eat them bite by bite. She does the same with popcorn, M&Ms, whatever. It makes me crazy... it's so greedy and uncouth and unladylike. I thought the movie portrayed that well... the mortification you can go through when your parent misbehaves... isn't dignified, or isn't mature in some respects... misbehaves according to your perspective, anyway.
I'm grasping for words that aren't in my head right now.
I tried to watch The Red Violin but I don't have the concentration... the same with Beau Travail earlier. (Why watch that when I've studied "Billy Budd" half-a-dozen times, sat through the film with Terence Stamp, and don't have any desire to see the same drama reenacted en francais with a shaky-cam? Because it's supposed to be good, and because both were on cable today... today was really a bumper-crop day for good movies on the trusty DirectTV minidish.) I watched a few minutes and turned. Trying to keep up with subtitles wracks my nerves. I can barely handle watching something in my own language lately... foreign films are too exhausting. This puts me in a melancholy mood, makes me feel like slightly less than I am. Hopefully when I feel better my concentration will come back and a foreign film won't feel so overwhelming.
I'm so hot. My temp is a little above 100 deg F. My limbs ache. I think it's almost time to sleep again.
