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AWOL again (where i'm the one who grants leave).

I disappeared into reading another stack of space opera books for a couple of days. I know i'm escaping, i know what i am escaping: i suppose this is a sign i should try and find a therapist to talk to. The goal would be the coaching that i seem to not be managing on my own right now.

On the other hand, i wonder if i can motivate myself with the 120-90 minute a week budget that therapy would take (Transit time, included). ( meta talking to myself )

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We watched the movie Mr Turner last night. There's a review at IMDB that faults the movie for being "a series of largely disjointed vignettes." It's true it misses a driving narrative. When is life truly a driving narrative? We are taught to value the narrative, to see the pattern of the narrative among the random, but as we live our life the threads are so interwoven with other stories, there is no actual narrative. Narrative is the pattern we find as we sift all that is for what to attend to.

The movie's disjointed moments of low and high portray the common, eccentric, and sublime without guiding the viewer: i am reminded of the effect of some of Turner's paintings. They were so abstracted, yet intended a narrative (with titles such as "The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up, 1838 " and "Slavers Throwing overboard the Dead and Dying—Typhon coming on"). In this movie, too, we have abstracted moments from the last half of Turner's life intended to provide the narrative.

It's available streaming on Amazon.

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"Pffft" to LJ, which is not allowing me to comment or reply to comments.

Regarding taking in Luigi, for annie_r and westwardho:

I will admit my calculus had far more to do with what would be most distressing for Christine than for Luigi. Christine's heart breaks for critters. She's cared for Luigi and the other orange cat in the gang, Marty, for years. I hope that being in control of Luigi's separation from our neighbor would help her be more in control of her distress. I think, though, that she projects a great deal of loss on Luigi, loss i'm not sure Luigi is experiencing.

Mr M and Luigi seem to be splitting the apartment, with Luigi in the bedroom and Mr M in the living room. Mr M had already been spending the night in the front room, so it seems he is coping quite well. They seem to be self separated

Edward was in the bedroom one evening this week and shared the bed with Luigi. Edward is pale gold whereas Luigi is bright copper. Edward had a look on his face of mild consternation, but both of them settled down.

Greycie Loo continues to hiss, and Luigi continues to retreat to under the bed.

Regarding down time:

Thank you for your prayers, crookedfingers. It's been hard to tell whether my reduced journaling is depression or distraction.

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Oh double pfft. Cannot leave comments for others at LJ.

tamiroff: i will not follow your link about camel spiders, and i will likely spend the rest of the day sitting with my toes tucked under me. *shudder*

But your concern for the now departed spider is very touching. Perhaps the new spider's craft will mature.

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mopalia: those glasslock brand containers look like just the thing. I'll admit, their site is a little odd. Perhaps it's obvious they're made of glass, but the statements calling out, "GLASSLOCK is made of silica, soda ash, limestone and other natural components, making it eco-friendly and recyclable. It is BPA free and does not contain any harmful environmental hormones," made me wonder -- if it's glass of course it's made of etc. I suppose this is like putting a gluten free label on tea.