||[Mar. 26th, 2016|08:52 pm]
A bee came to my back yard today to enjoy the lilac blossoms and the fair weather. The sky wore long trails of blue-gray clouds, but they hovered above the mountains and the valley, and here between there was more sunshine than shade, while the mild air was scented with grass and spring flowers. It didn't get warm enough to leave the windows open more than an hour, but knowing that torrid days will come soon enough, and remembering the sharp chill of recent weeks, I took pleasure in the brief mildness. |
It will cool considerably tomorrow, and rain in the evening remains a possibility, but the approaching storm is not very wet, though very cold for the time of year, and there could be a few more inches of fresh snow higher in the mountains. This is the sort of storm that sometimes brings hail or flurries of popcorn snow to this elevation. Both melt off rapidly in sunlight, but if they fall by night they might be on the ground for quite a while. My footsteps might get to crunch for a bit, which is something I enjoy very much.
Rain or not I should be going to the stores tomorrow afternoon. My shopping list is not too long this week, both because there's not much on sale and because I'm running a bit short of cash and don't want to take any more out of the bank until next month's check arrives. Fortunately one store has ten pound bags of russets on sale for $2.99, so I'll be able to eat lots of potatoes this week. Sour cream is on sale, too, so many of those potatoes will be baked. Once the weather warms up again, which could begin happening by the end of the week, those will have to go off the menu, unless I bake them late at night when the extra heat from the oven will be beneficial rather than a problem.
Something has begun playing havoc with my ears. Every time I chew I hear popping noises in the right one and sometimes in the left as well. When I yawn it sounds like a little motorboat is trapped in one or the other. I've had this before, but it's been ages since the last time and I'd hoped it was gone forever. So far it has never affected my hearing, but it's annoying as hell.
Sadly, no English people will be murdered on television tonight. I'll have to find something else to watch. There might be some Russians and Americans crashing into things. That's usually enjoyable.
My mother had the most beautiful lilac bush! It smelled like heaven when it blossomed out. :)
That popping and clicking sounds like what I had when my TMJ would act up. I wear a night guard to bed now and do better, jaw-wise.
Russians and Americans crashing into things? Do tell. :D
There are a number of clip shows that run videos found on the Internet showing people (mostly young guys) doing dangerous and idiotic stuff that usually ends badly for them. They are mostly Americans, but quite a few of them are Russians, and there are a few from other countries. My favorite of these shows is Rob Dyrdek's Ridiculousness
on MTV. He also runs other stuff, like the occasional cute animal video, but it's mostly stuff like skateboarders slamming and kids attempting stunts that go very wrong.
Yikes. I'd have palpitations of anxiety watching those! One on the splash page says Kitty was never the same after falling. I'd agonize for the poor cat. ;)
This is Sunday. What's on the tube tonight? One of these days, I must get myself a tv...
I'd have anxiety if I saw those things about to happen in real life, but on the show it never (or hardly ever) leads to terminal disaster, so its always a relief when it's over. It's like watching a horror movie where nobody actually dies. It's also a bit like The Three Stooges.
I don't get a TV guide anymore, and Comcast's onscreen guide doesn't tell what's coming on more than three or four hours ahead of time, so I have no idea what I'll be watching tonight. PBS might have something entirely new on Masterpiece. And I've got way too many channels to remember what is regularly scheduled on any of them (except the Hallmark Murder and Glurge Channel, which will have either murder or glurge.)
Ah, ok, if it all ends well, that's ok. I used to love the Stooges. :D
Here's a post at my Tumblr that I found very interesting, speaking of Murder and Glurge: Jessica Fletcher is the angel of death or worse
. The comments below the screen caps are rich.Edited at 2016-03-27 09:39 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'm sure very few of the injuries sustained are either life-threatening or lead to permanent disabilities. I'm sure there's a whole lot of pain, though. Sometimes when watching I'm reminded of Antonin Artaud's idea of a theatre of cruelty
, and wonder what Artaud would have made of Dyrdek's show.
The reason Jessica Fletcher was forced to move to New York City from Cabot Cove is because her small town in Maine was being rapidly depopulated by all the murders that she attracted (or perhaps committed and successfully blamed on other people.)
That sounds horrendous! Last thing I want from an entertainment is to be challenged in that way. Say, did you ever see the film, *Don't Look Now*? I left the theater feeling physically off-balance, and the unsettling effect lingered for at least a day afterward. I have made sure never to see it again.
It's like with Miss Marple -- why is she not shunned because of the body count in her vicinity? :D
I haven't seen that movie, but the Internets tell me it was directed by Nicholas Roeg and based on a short story by Daphne Du Maurier, so dark and disturbing is what I'd expect it to be (Roeg directed Walkabout
, one of the strangest movies I've ever seen, and Du Maurier of course wrote the very weird Rebecca
— the most unromantic romance novel ever— and the short story on which Hitchcock based The Birds
. Now I'm curious about Don't Look Now
Oh, and PBS had English people murdering one another tonight. It was the opener of the new season of Grantchester
, sort of a buddy cop tale, except only one of them is a cop and the other is a vicar. It stars the very appealing James Norton as the youngish vicar and the venerable Robson Green as the police detective (the course of their true bromance is currently not running smooth.)
Walkabout was distressing. Gulpilil hanging himself was a horrible shock. I kind of hated Jenny Agutter for that. Don't Look Now genuinely upset me. The Venice location cinematography was beautiful, but I think that's what left me off-balance -- it was intentionally shot in a disorienting way, as I recall reading back then, but I can't remember the technique that had that effect.
Grantchester sounds like good murderous fun! I love a crime bromance more than anything. Well, obviously -- Morse and Lewis, Lewis and Hathaway, etc. I'll see if Amazon Prime has any of it for free.
Here's a little gratuitous Goldblum, because The Fly upset me most of all. Ewww, Brundle-fly.
Edited at 2016-03-28 03:19 pm (UTC)