Sturm und drang. So throw me a donut.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Back from the edge of death to see Cloud Atlas!

It's been too long! TOO LONG, I TELL YA!

I've been working...and then I got sick. He's been sick. Everyone's been sick sick sick...sung to the tune of Old McDonald of course.

Stomach viruses can be brutal. Having two bathrooms saved our lives. After 10 hours of stereo wretching overnight, my son and I agreed that dawn was a good time to die. But we discovered that using garbage bags in buckets saved us from having to get up and rinse out the buckets. TMI?! It may not have been environmentally friendly, but I'll plant some trees and drive less to make up for all the plastic we used up.

Thankfully, we healed up reasonably well for opening night of "Cloud Atlas" on Friday night. WOW! We loved it.  All four of us went and snuggled up for a three-hour movie marathon (that's including the previews, which were extensive) at a very comfortable theater with plush seats that recline a bit and rock. Well, jiggle anyway. But I'll tell you this: the target audience is older than dirt apparently, because the oldest of the four of us (not me!) was far younger than the average age of the audience. I think all the grandparents in our part of the city were out for a date night...

Here's what I thought of the movie:

A)  I loved all the actors

B)  It's long, but if you like some contemplation, this will please you

C) Action!! Great action sequences.

D) Tom Hanks and Jim Sturgess. Need I say more?
 
E)  The whole theater cheered when they broke out of the old folk's home - and then WENT BACK to get the darling old man who never said anything but I know I know! He repaid their kindness with starting a brawl in a pub. I almost cried.

F) And just flat out great acting

Here's what actually happened as we watched the movie:
 
We settled into our seats at 7 p.m. and by 7:35 my breakfast bean burrito was knock-knock-knocking to get out. WHAT IDIOT eats a bean burrito as their first solid meal in four days??? Oh, me. I'm sure everyone sitting in the vicinity now hates me with the burning heat of a million suns. Wanna know what the dude dying in the hold of the ship smells like?

I tried to get seats on the aisle (because I always plan for fires, potty emergencies and nut jobs having psychotic breaks) but I had to sit one seat in from the aisle. The elderly woman next to me, in the coveted aisle seat, had some condition with her legs that caused her lower limbs to be freakishly long, bent at odd angles, and somehow filled up the entire space between  me and freedom. There was no sneaking by that cat’s cradle of limbs.  And there were at least 30 people in the other direction in the row. So, everyone suffered with me.

But what a movie! Now I’ll have to read the book. The story is complicated...but then again really simple: What is the power of love? And how far can a kind gesture travel through time?

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Are we there yet?!

I can't wait for this election cycle to be over...I hatehatehatehate the Republican ticket because they are lying and spinning more lies faster than a cotton candy machine can turn out candy fluff. There was a time when I was really interested in moderate Republicans and could vote for some here and there...but they knuckled under to the Tea Party and this insanity clothed in Romney-Ryan.

And the Democrats make me just as angry because they aren't - as a whole - fighting tooth and nail to keep extremists of all stripes in check. I used to think that moderates of both parties had enough in common to work together. A few generations ago, we made a deal to take care of the elderly, the poor, the sick and those unable to take care of themselves. All I see now is wailing and gnashing of teeth over personal responsibility and who pays more in taxes; and the poor, sick and elderly can just go to hell because they are a liability to the bottom line.

WHEN WE DIE, WE'RE DEAD. WHEREVER YOU THINK YOU'LL GO AFTER DEATH, YOU WON'T BE TAKING PILES OF CASH WITH YOU.

I hope that this election is the final death throes of an extreme branch of the Republican party that has taken all of us hostage to the sickening and perverted vision of  a world that the likes of Ayn Rand and Paul Ryan want to use to beat the rest of us into submission so we can be milked like cash cows to feed the 1%.

Romney and Ryan aren't representatives of Christianity any more than I am. To put it simply, they suck. And I am nothing more than a piece of chewed up gum on the bottom of Romney's shoe.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Mutterings for the Week

It's easy: Free association exercise in letting your brain ooze random words from lunanina...
 
 
 
Week 506

I say ... and you think ... ?
  1. Exorcise :: Past lives
  2. Theory :: Ignorance
  3. Possible :: Futures
  4. 1600 :: Conquistadors
  5. Feeling :: Blue
  6. Excuse :: Rectum
  7. Mortality :: Wings
  8. Trivial :: Forgotten
  9. Pupil :: Sunshine
  10. Challenge :: Life



It was a long week last week. Lots of running around, long hours, and 10 hours of safety videos to watch for work; which I left until this morning. My kitchen is now an expert on all sorts of things like:

Slips, Trips and Falls
Bullying
HIV/AIDS
Epipens
First Aid

I cleaned my  kitchen, did laundry, cooked and made snacks...all the while podcast after podcast played in the background. I got 100% on every test. I feel just a tiny bit smarter, too. On Tuesday I get to go to a conference and learn about co-teaching. It's nice to learn new things.

I also learned that I have acclimated to 80+ degree weather and 65 degrees feels much colder to me right now that it should. This is not right. NOT RIGHT. I refuse to become a warm weather person...a lizard in search of the sun to warm up...a sweater-toting old lady who thinks anything below 70 degrees must mean winter. Nope. Not happening. I shall sleep with the bedroom window open and soak up the cool temps over night and radiate it back all day tomorrow like a refrigerator. Better yet, like a block of ice.

Living with two seasons, hot and cool, is not going to please me.

Monday, October 1, 2012

Driving home in the storm

It seems like all I do anymore is drive to work before sunrise and drive home at dinner time...along with half the city. What should take 20 minutes takes 45 minutes or even an hour. Such is the life of someone who needs a paycheck.

This afternoon, just after I picked up my husband from his place of work, I noticed some dark clouds to the northwest. Dark clouds moving rapidly. We were halfway home when the storm hit: Hail, torrential rain, WIND, and lots of lightning and thunder. It took about five minutes and the roads were flooding and rivers of muddy water were streaming down the ditches. I am glad I drive a big truck. To hell with the gas mileage! I forded four rivers to get to my apartment, where my kids were happily draped over the couches in the living room, eating junk food, and watching the storm pass by.

The transition from college life to 40-hour-a-week employed life is going okay...but I wish I had a little more spare time. Weekends aren't long enough. But WAIT! Two years ago I was freaking out about how to live on unemployment/savings/school loans. So really, wishing for some spare time is just that; wishful thinking. I could have more spare time and be eating out of dumpsters. I could have lots of spare time and be living in my truck under a bridge. I guess it's just human nature to want what I don't have.

I do have something I want - and it's sitting on my desk. I received the book "Lawless" by Matt Bondurant in the mail today. I saw the movie a few weeks ago and I was smitten. Sure, there are things in the movie that could be better, but I am willing to overlook it because that could be three of the last four towns I've lived in! Just substitute the moonshine for meth labs or pot farms and baby I am H-O-M-E! Years ago, after moving to the first little town in the Cascade Mountains of the Pacific Northwest, I learned that many of the small hill towns were populated by families that had immigrated from the Appalachians in the early part of the twentieth century. Today, successive generations of those families are still there...and except for the accent not much has changed.

The motto at the entrance to every one of those towns should be: If you aren't from here, you'll never be from here. So stop trying.

There seems to be a certain aspect of their heritage that keeps many of them rooted in place and suspicious of outsiders. I'm not sure what the payoff is, since poverty is a big part of everyones' life, but I watched one young person after another graduate from high school, leave for a year or two to work in a nearby city and then return and never leave home again. And it wasn't wanting to live there forever - It was not having any desire to see anything else in the world that really disturbs me. I must be a rootless wanderer.





So now I'm going to read the book and relive a little bit of my past. Oh, and lest you think I am pointing fingers at the poor, dumb, criminal hicks: I have a relative who was a counterfeiter, pirate, thief, and all-around scoundrel. And that's only scratching the surface.