Feeling daunted by housekeeping.
Drank half the pool "swim"ming yesterday. Snorted the other half. This is a frustrating juncture, and I really hope to get in the pool before the next class. My goggles broke, too, so gotta get a new pair, and maybe a swim cap, too---even tied back, some of the hairs keep finding their way into my face. If I win the lottery: prescription goggles. Or contacts for swimming? Do people swim in contact lenses, or is that crazy? Seems to me my ex- scratched a cornea in the ocean doing that---particle of sand in the eye---ended up at the (Wilmer?) eye clinic at Hopkins. In the pool perhaps the greater danger is losing one? Anybody help me on this? It's odd the way I feel naked at the pool cuzza not being able to see.
Boy, did we ever do some ER visits in that town, between her & me & dead Bill. (Before he was dead.) Not to mention
vjsmom's summer at shock trauma.So the weekend was good. I don't know that I'll be a diehard fan of the Detroit Demolition, but it was a fun experience. Oh, and this: Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill NOT disappointing, despite high hopes; in fact, very highly recommended, indeed. Good on the big screen, too. Heartbreaking, some, but heartening, too, or whatever the heart-bolstering word would be. Ol' Jane did a good job with so much about it. I'm thinking now of her editorial instinct for just how much "big message" stuff to get at, and for just how much self-referentiality, filmmaking-wise-speaking, to leave us wanting more. Go see it!
