I woke up this morning feeling as if I had been beat with a stick all night for absolutely no apparent reason. The most strenuous thing I did yesterday was to wander about the yard taking pictures of flowers.
I guess that the past few days had been a tiny bit stressful in some ways and sometimes that's all it takes for my insane mind/body connection to try and convince me that I've been physically punished.
The house next door is getting roofing done and it's giving me flashbacks of when we were at the beach last time and a house was being built across the street. The very narrow street.
Nail guns, hammers, saws, men communicating loudly...
Oh well. I am glad for them that they've had such a nice day to work. Roofers are the workhorse, madmen heroes of the construction world if you ask me.
I thought about doing some more pruning today but ended up weeding in the garden instead. I plucked tiny weeds and followed the roots of dollar weed and betony, both of which have long, white, snaky roots that are probably connected to every one of their particular species in the entire world.
I also talked to Lis and it was a full-on Betty and Wilma giggle fest. Jason Mamoa and Peter Dinklage may have been mentioned. The very fine Mr. Dinklage has a new movie coming out- Cyrano- based on the old and many times retold story of Cyrano de Bergerac. I was discussing this with Hank the other day and he pointed out a very true fact which is that the problem he has with the concept of Peter playing Cyrano is that he is drop-dead handsome which is so very true. I think, however, that the twist will be handled well and quite frankly, I'm up for going to see it and finding out. Every time I go to Costco I pass the movie theater and think, "Dang. I'd really like to go see a movie," and never do. As I have pointed out before, this theater does not have a marquee posting the current movies showing which pisses me off. By the time I get home I never remember to google that shit and I don't think about it again until I go back to Costco.
I suppose what this really means is that I'm not truly very interested in going to see a movie.
And I really have nothing else to say this evening. I haven't had any real epiphanies or new experiences and I definitely do not need to discuss my dreams although I have pondered them a bit, noting once again that I have things rattling around in my brain that I had no idea were there. I always find this a bit disconcerting but also rather amazing. You'd think we'd know, wouldn't you?
Well, you'd think a lot of things that turn out to be completely untrue so file that one there.
I'll check in tomorrow. Meanwhile, let us all just bumble on, getting shinier and prettier like rocks in a tumbler as life does with us what it will.
Nothing to say in response. Just wanted you to know that I called by and read this blogpost. Bye for now!ReplyDelete
That was sweet of you, Mr. P.Delete
Funky day for me too. A little achy in the head and neck, afib acting up (forgot my pills last night), and just a general malaise. So of course...is it covid? Though I'm not going to waste one of my tests to find out it's not. Unless of course it's worse tomorrow.ReplyDelete
I swear- I do not think some of the newer varieties are showing up on tests. Maybe on the PCR tests but not the quick ones. Hell, I don't know. I hope you have felt better today.Delete
Wishing you sweet dreams and a better night to come.ReplyDelete
I hope you retrieved enough of dollar week and betony weed roots to put you to sleep all night.ReplyDelete
I slept quite well. Thank you, dear woman.Delete
Sorry about the pain. Is it fibro? It sounds like itReplyDelete
I rarely remember dreams long enough to recount them, probably a great relief to friends. Last night though, I had one where I'd made a mess of something or other, urgently needed to fix it, woke up all ready to get fixing it, before I realized it was okay. Not real. There's always that weird time before you grasp that you were dreaming, not experiencing the events.
I've never been tested for fibro. Who knows? I suppose if it was bad enough I would.Delete
My dreams, as you know by now, are epic. I wonder what the ones I don't remember are like. And it often takes me awhile to shed the dream world and fully enter this one, sometimes questioning which one is real.
I haven't been to the cinema since covid began here, but maybe soon I will, depending on what is playing. I can go to afternoon sessions when there aren't so many people. I don't think Cyrano would interest me enough, so I'll wait until it comes to television.ReplyDelete
I'm sorry to hear you are feeling a bit "hit by a truck" and hope you feel much better soon. Laughing with friends always helps.
I've heard that the theaters are almost empty here. During the day they already were before covid, especially on week days. So that's not something I would personally be worried about too much.Delete
Hoping you feel better soon. I haven't been to the movies since the Pandemic began, would like to see a good Movie on the Big Screen, but nothing interests me enough right now.ReplyDelete
I can't believe I didn't even go see the Wes Anderson movie. What is wrong with me? I haven't seen a movie in years at the theater.Delete
What a lovely simile. Let's rock, sistah!ReplyDelete
And we shall remember what Keith says- it's not just the rock, baby. It's the roll.Delete
I'm too cheap to go to the movies and I get enough to watch from Netflix and my public television station. I am feeling sad today about the poor Ukraine people who are being attacked. I hope Putin can be stopped before he starts WWIII or maybe he already has... :(ReplyDelete
I so hope he hasn't started WWIII but I've thought about it too. I think we are all very, very worried.Delete
I hear you about the cost of the movies- especially if you dare to get popcorn and a drink! But if you only go once every three years or so...
I adore Peter Dinklage and would love to see Cyrano. He really is SO handsome!ReplyDelete
Isn't he? May saw him in a store in Asheville once. He was buying either beer or wine. I forget.Delete
I like the IDEA of going to see a movie, but I often find when I'm in the theater that I don't enjoy it nearly as much as I used to. People get on my nerves, and all those commercials and trailers and blah blah blah!ReplyDelete
I think May's miniature sweater looks great in its frame.
There aren't that many people in the theaters these days, I think. But I hear you about the trailers and commercials. They seem never-ending.Delete
Thank you for noticing May's tiny sweater in its frame.
I like your idea of us getting shinier and prettier, I am sure it is true. My older son went to a late show, maybe 10 p.m., at a theater and there were only six people there, so it felt rather safe.ReplyDelete
I would think so. Remember when there was safety in numbers? Ha!Delete
I adore Peter Dinklage and want to see that movie, too. And that metaphor about rocks in a tumbler shining each other up, I swear I used that very image yesterday, except the rocks were tumbling over each other in a river. I think we must talk to each other when we sleep.ReplyDelete
I would not doubt that in the least. Our connection is not explained by science yet.Delete