Wednesday Morning

A sunny day! It has been a while since one has been able to say that. The heater is off, and I have cracked open some windows.

I've also been thinking about my reading life this morning. "Broadcast News" isn't working. It's a good, smart piece of work, but ... it doesn't feel like it is worth my time. I have seen the movie. I don't think it's the play, though; it's me. I feel like I just want to get more value for my time. I also don't feel like taking up light novels. I guess I just want to keep pushing my Mann reading. I want to read this Haywood biography as far as I can into the evening. Then, when my brain becomes too tired and drowsy, I will ... I don't know. Should I take up Shakespeare again for the evening reading? I don't think so. I cannot now see myself spending more of my very limited time on reading "Romeo & Julet" for the hundredth time. I guess I will just push harder on the Mann reading, and then I will hit the hardcopy journal harder than I have been lately. Maybe I will use the evening to hit my Internet articles harder as well, rounding out the evening with my video-streaming of shows and movies. We'll see how it feels.

The Best Offer

Another movie hits the spot. Worth remembering, to see again, years down the road. "The Best Offer" (2012) starring Geoffrey Rush, of "Quills" fame. About art and the desperate love of an old man. An auctioneer with a shady side gets out-shaded in the end, and what better way into a lonely old man's heart than the affections of a young beautiful woman. The hook was that she is agoraphobic, never venturing out of her big mansion. It could explain his luck. Just one of those flukey things. A wondrous piece of good fortune that miraculously fell his way one day. Too good to be true, as it turned out. Thinking about it in the abstract, outside of the movie, the use of agoraphobia can seem far-fetched, but a general sense of the eccentricities of the rich makes it more palatable, I suppose. He got his night of love, though, with the beautiful woman, in his arms, inside of her: "There is always something authentic concealed in every forgery." He got taken in badly, but I would have thought it worth it. It's not like you can take your wealth with you anyway, and to be able to enjoy a dream of love in the flesh has got to be ... priceless.

Walks

Nice cool days. Now I don't mind stepping out to get the mail. The little walk in the afternoon, to wake me up and shake off some of the cobwebs in my head. I am alive, and that feels kind of good today.

I would not mind resuming my walks to the duck pond, with my Haywood biography in hand, but my feet still are not 100%, and I doubt they ever will be again. I count myself lucky that I can take care of all my necessary daily life functions.