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The theatre, the theatre…

image“What has happened to the theatre?” The quote is from White Christmas, but certainly applies now, if you are over 35 anyway. My hometown had two movie theaters, the small, downtown one and the drive in on the south side. Our theatre showed one movie at a time. There was a small concession stand which sold popcorn, soft drinks and candy. By the time a movie made its way there, probably 75% of the rest of the U.S. had already seen it…twice. I saw a movie this afternoon. I had numerous choices to make. What film to watch? What time to see it? Which theatre to visit? Once there, (no line to wait in, hello ordering tix and printing them out online!), I could find anything from sushi to gyros to nosh on. Fancy a margarita? No prob! The seats were roomy and comfy like Dad’s old Lazyboy. No fighting for the armrest. The screen, ginormous and curved. This was one amazingly high tech multi complex. I enjoyed the movie, (Jurassic World). It brought to mind one of the first movies I ever saw,  one of the Sinbad flicks. I remember the old, velvet curtains parting, the fanciful molding and sconces on the walls, the clickety noise of the projector…the intimacy and sharing of that experience with the rest of the audience. Hearing others gasp when the Cyclops appeared. Noticing when the watcher on one side moved to cover her eyes still peeking between her fingers. I don’t miss the sticky floors or the crap sound system. I don’t miss running for the bathroom and stumbling blindly back to my seat while the rest of the moviegoers in my row cursed me. I don’t miss the cranky ticket lady who was so slow that you had to figure in extra time for her fumbling.  But I do miss the awe and amazement of people who very much still felt the magic of the cinema.

Turning over a not so new leaf…

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For years I was a member of a book discussion group. In fact, I ran one for awhile. Then things got busy, as they do and I stopped attending meetings. This month, I will join the local library book group. I miss the camaraderie, but also, analyzing other books will help make me a better writer and I will read some books that I never would have chosen on my own.

A little art and culture for the day….

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I visited the Houston Museum of Fine Arts today. There is a wonderful exhibit called Habsburg Splendor on display until Sept. 13th 2015. A beautiful collection of art and artifacts. Wonderful way to spend the day and let your imagination roam.

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Titan, Danae, 1554-65

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Guldo Cagnacci, The Death of Cleopatra, 1661-62

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Jacopo Robusti (Tintoretto), Susanna and the Elders, 1555-56

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Antonio Allegri (Correggio), Jupiter and lo, 1530

 

 

 

Dog Days of Summer:)

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Yes, it is that time….the dog days of summer are upon us, and I am too lazy to do anything but a little laundry and lounge by the pool. There are a thousand things I meant to do, and I have a running list of errands to check off on my phone, but the pool and sun beckoned. School’s back in session, football season is upon us, and soon the leaves will fall. Swimming and lazy days in the sun will be a vague memory of the summer of 2015.

People say that owners look like their pets. I have a variety of pets, but if I had to say I looked like one, it would be my little dapple dachshund. Leo is freckled like me and loves to lounge in the sun. The pool cleaner is often referred to as the pool monster and Leo’s job is to watch for it every day to come on so he can swim around it for two hours. I have had a lot of pups in my lifetime, mostly Labradors, but I have never had a dog quite so obsessed about swimming! He takes his job seriously. So do I, so it’s back to writing, but the break was nice, the day was hot, and the water- cool beads of liquid on my soul.

Love thyself….

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Zoe was cutting herself some slack yesterday over tresses, and today I was having my tresses pampered. I really like my hairdresser. She is a down to earth lady with lots of character, spunk and a big heart. We discuss lots of topics when I am there for 90-120 minutes…I know, crazy for a hair appointment, but she is good. The topic tonight was about settling…She is mid-forties and tired of dating. She is convinced that there are no decent men left, and she has returned to a man, who most definitely is not good for her….or any woman. I mentioned a book she should read awhile back called, Stop Caretaking the Borderline or Narcissist. This book should be read by every woman who feels trapped in an unhappy, dysfunctional relationship and afraid to get out. Chances are the partner is a NP or BP.

My stylist decided that after being separated from her x for a time and dating, that she felt more comfortable with someone she knew and understood what to expect. After listening for a time, it wasn’t clear that she loved her x, so much as she wasn’t sure she could find anyone else who understood her. NP’s and BP’s are not good in relationships, but when their partner is about to give up they turn on the charm or give the partner just the thing they desire most.

I told her she deserved better, life was too short, and what’s wrong with being alone for a while. In the end, you can’t change other people, so for me to harp on her about the questionable choice to return to comfort and risk further heartache is senseless. The only thing you can change is yourself. I wish for her to find a special man who will treat her right and appreciate her inner beauty, but more than that, I wish for her the ability to love herself.

 

Gonna cut myself some slack…

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Not the best pic despite my multiple photography classes, but note the curls. I have spent ages on my tresses, yet when it looks its best, I have done the least amount of work. Sometimes I try too hard…and not just on  a hairdo, or a hair-don’t, an unfortunate, yet frequent occurrence.  I obsess about wanting things to be perfect. There is nothing wrong with striving to be the best you possible, but I need to remember that I am not perfect and never will be. And that is totally okay.

Are we losing our humanity?

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If you ever question whether society is losing its humanity, the answer is yes and no. I was driving on one of the crazy busy highways I warn my mother about for its’ short entrance ramps. I saw a car stopped on the side of the road, and my first thought is that they probably broke down. My inhumanity was that I didn’t even tap my breaks or think about stopping. In any major metropolis, people have cell phones and AAA insurance, so more than likely they were fine. Also, there are scams and bad people out there, so you have to be alert. Then from my rear view mirror, I see a young man crawl out of his car, stumble to the median and fall down. I immediately circle back while dialing 911, and direct the agent to the location of the wrecked car. The guy had hit one of the barriers leading onto the highway. It hadn’t been visible to me at first, since I approached from the rear of the car, and I didn’t see the actual accident. Several civilians stopped to report the matter and assist until the EMS arrived on site.

Here is where my story changes. The EMS arrived but didn’t seem very urgent about attending the victim. The three mull around looking for the best way to get the stretcher close to the young man- my guess is he is eighteen. One of the EMS gives the victim a shake and says “Stop playing, we haven’t got time for this bullshit…It’s too hot out here, now stop playing.” I may be wrong in the order of those exact words, but he definitely said all of that to the victim. I was shocked, and I told the EMS that the young man had not opened his eyes, and could barely respond. I didn’t think he was playing. The EMS said to me that he had been doing his job for twenty years and that the guy was more drama than hurt. He referred to the victim’s eyes moving rapidly under the closed lids… Maybe this is accurate, or maybe it was a symptom of a seizure? I am not a nurse, so I will not presume I was right or wrong, but the lack of humanity or urgency the EMS seemed to show was shocking. Another civilian sided up to me and whispered he thought the victim was really hurt. We both agreed it seemed highly irregular behavior for the EMS guy. The EMS continued to randomly put his hand in the middle of the guy’s chest and shake him, repeating for the victim to quit playing with them. I never saw him once take vital signs.

When a police officer arrived on the scene, she told us we could all go home. I didn’t know what else to do, so I went home. It bothered me so much that I called the EMS headquarters in Houston and reported the matter, stating I didn’t want to report someone, if the EMS’s were right in their assessment, but that it seemed odd and should at least be mentioned. I have firefighter and EMS friends. I know their job is hard. They see horrific things and probably have a lot of calls they feel are a waste of time. When my sister died a few weeks ago, the EMS came to the house, and tried to save her life. I have all the respect in the world for amazing people who do this very important job, but if it were me laying on the ground, after hitting a median head on, I would hope they wouldn’t have treated me that way. No matter what the circumstance, doesn’t everyone deserve help? The victim was just a kid.

To answer the earlier question of humanity…I think it is a matter of statistics. The larger a population grows, the more good and bad you will see. Six people stopped to help a stranger on the side of the highway. I still have hope.

Back to school….

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I am accompanying a friend to a college campus today for moral support. She is brave enough to go back to college mid-life, and like many of us, she has had a change of heart about what career she would like to persue. I received a degree in social work long ago, but never became a social worker. Life has designs on all of us, and unfortunately we don’t always know what we want to be when we grow up…. Until we grow up. Lots of non traditional students are back on campus giving life a second whirl. I think it’s great that so many have risen to the challenge to reinvent themselves for economic or self fulfillment’s sake. Move over iPad toting, backpack carrying, Nike wearing, young whippersnappers! Forties are the new twenties and we we are nowhere near giving up!

One for the Road!

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Yesterday I had a wake-up call in two important aspects of my life. The first was a reminder to be alert and not to take the simple things for granted. The second was to not be stubborn and to think past myself. I like to ride my Harley in Austin at my cabin by the lake, and I also like to ride a road-bike around the neighborhood in Houston. We usually race around, what we call our velodrome, with two or three other cyclist. We were intending 6 loops, but on the fourth loop I collided with the bike in front of me. I saw the car ahead. I even shouted, “Car,” as a warning to the others….but while I was assessing the situation, the rider in front of me was breaking! My response time was too slow. I bike often and have rarely had a fall. I am guilty of day dreaming from the methodical pedaling and familiar scenery. At fifteen-seventeen MPH, I could have broken a limb. However, I was lucky to have skated away with a little road rash and some bruises to flaunt for a week or two. It reminded me, that even though something is familiar or routine, I should still keep my head in the game. Sometimes expecting the usual can get you hurt….

I insisted on continuing the ride, even though my co-rider insisted we stop. I didn’t want to be weak, and I knew there was a mileage goal we agreed upon for the week. The next lap proved to be disastrous, because the concerned rider took a dive at the same spot. His helmet was destroyed, along with the eye glasses, and his face was peppered with bruises immediately following impact. He was so caught up in the near catastrophe of my earlier collision, that he missed seeing a parked car. We have all biked for years. This was a highly unusual day, and I think the stars were telling us to get off the road. We are all responsible for our actions, but in this matter I should have listen to someone’s earlier plea to stop. I knew he was upset about my welfare, and my insistence to ignore him led to more damage for the day. I have a hard head, and luckily so does he, but next time I will remind myself that what really matters is that we all enjoy the ride.

Getting Old

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My cat Andy had to see the vet recently. Nothing wrong, just the annual check up. The vet asked his age and when I answered, remarked that Andy was a geriatric.  “No wonder he’s been acting like a grumpy, old man lately,” I commented with a chuckle. Andy was adopted from a shelter. He was tiny and covered with fleas. He was so weak that he couldn’t climb the stairs. We also adopted his brother, Leo who could manage the stairs. When he did, poor Andy would look up at him and meow pitifully. We lost Leo to feline leukemia. Andy, however, thrived. The vet visit reminded me how lucky I am and how far the wee, feral kitten I rescued nine years ago has come.