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Yesterday's watching (and crocheting) included Pittsburgh, a Jeff Goldblum documentary/comedy/mocumentary.... I'm not familiar with The Music Man so i don't know how traumatic it is to see Jeff Goldblum playing that part. If Christine's reaction was any measure, it's quite painful. There's some loving shots of the bridges in Pittsburgh, a wierd failed romance between Illeana Douglas & Moby, and a very annoying conceit with Jeff Goldblums' 23 year old fiancée. I think i found the conceit most annoying, wondering how Catherine Wreford's near invisibility affected her. Her character in the film is so shallowly portrayed (she knits!), and her role is simply to be there so Jeff Goldblum can bounce his anxiety about acting on the stage off of her.
Finding this bit of news about a subsequent play in London with Goldblum and Wreford i'm left hoping that their engagement was real and their dis-engagement left Goldblum with the need to shield her person in the film Pittsburgh.
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Crocheting this second motif for the shoe upper (see http://www.flickr.com/photos/elainegreycats/4034968852/) is an interesting exercise in re-creativity. Christine fusses at me for not documenting my code -- the pattern i developed -- and i claim the documentation is in the piece. (*Snort* yup, undocumented code.) On the first piece, i'm creating: what can i do for the next row? how will it look? On the second piece: is this going to look the same? It's more worry and less delight. I give myself permission to not duplicate but simply make something that will look similar enough to someone talking to me, but make no attempt to replicate stitch by stitch.
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Our observance of Halloween was muted. A Friend i met in February died during the day after a long bout with a chronic illness. Through a caringbridge.org blog she and then her partner shared the story of their letting go. Their intentionality and willingness to be present with the realities bought back the echoes of things Friend L shared in worship in February. She had the blessing of (near) cognitive clarity to the end and the ability to make many choices about how she was cared for and treated: Friend M is a doctor and that probably provided an ease that others might not have. I think back to the death of a Friend in my Meeting earlier this year, another death that Friends found to be just as much a giving as a taking. My thoughts are mixed: i'm aware of privilege and "luck" just as much as i am of the gentle simplicity and sad joy that their stories tell. I think of Christine and the shadow crossing her face as she looked at her mother dressed as Cruella d'Ville for Halloween: would her mother have willingly pretended to carry a cigarette holder before her mind began to go?
I did eat candy corn: i am reminded that sweets seem to be mood altering and not in a good way.
Our pumpkins sit un-carved: orange veggie/fruit for later meals.
Our kitchen has come back from the brink. I must rent a rug shampooer. I tried again to use our little mini "steam" cleaner and find the fixture that sprays the solution clogged. I wonder if i should find someone who would like to fix and have it. It does suck some of the water out as i cleaned spots, leaving anti-spots on the dingy carpet. Our table has been covered again with stuff for months. Household ickies acted as a bit of a block for creating a celebratory space.
Finding this bit of news about a subsequent play in London with Goldblum and Wreford i'm left hoping that their engagement was real and their dis-engagement left Goldblum with the need to shield her person in the film Pittsburgh.
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Crocheting this second motif for the shoe upper (see http://www.flickr.com/photos/elainegreycats/4034968852/) is an interesting exercise in re-creativity. Christine fusses at me for not documenting my code -- the pattern i developed -- and i claim the documentation is in the piece. (*Snort* yup, undocumented code.) On the first piece, i'm creating: what can i do for the next row? how will it look? On the second piece: is this going to look the same? It's more worry and less delight. I give myself permission to not duplicate but simply make something that will look similar enough to someone talking to me, but make no attempt to replicate stitch by stitch.
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Our observance of Halloween was muted. A Friend i met in February died during the day after a long bout with a chronic illness. Through a caringbridge.org blog she and then her partner shared the story of their letting go. Their intentionality and willingness to be present with the realities bought back the echoes of things Friend L shared in worship in February. She had the blessing of (near) cognitive clarity to the end and the ability to make many choices about how she was cared for and treated: Friend M is a doctor and that probably provided an ease that others might not have. I think back to the death of a Friend in my Meeting earlier this year, another death that Friends found to be just as much a giving as a taking. My thoughts are mixed: i'm aware of privilege and "luck" just as much as i am of the gentle simplicity and sad joy that their stories tell. I think of Christine and the shadow crossing her face as she looked at her mother dressed as Cruella d'Ville for Halloween: would her mother have willingly pretended to carry a cigarette holder before her mind began to go?
I did eat candy corn: i am reminded that sweets seem to be mood altering and not in a good way.
Our pumpkins sit un-carved: orange veggie/fruit for later meals.
Our kitchen has come back from the brink. I must rent a rug shampooer. I tried again to use our little mini "steam" cleaner and find the fixture that sprays the solution clogged. I wonder if i should find someone who would like to fix and have it. It does suck some of the water out as i cleaned spots, leaving anti-spots on the dingy carpet. Our table has been covered again with stuff for months. Household ickies acted as a bit of a block for creating a celebratory space.
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