Song of the day: “Sunrise” by Nora Jones. I rediscovered it on Youtube the other day, and it’s been playing off and on in my head ever since.
Not much to tell about the past couple of days, other than that I worked on the closet for mom some more…finished it this morning, in fact. After workout and a shower (workout went well today, by the way. Am really getting a hang of a new kick) grandpa and I fixed the four big wheels under it, and together with big brother carried the mammoth piece of furniture down into the house.
Though there are some cosmetic errors in the thing it looks rather well down there, allowing for lots of storage of mom’s fabrics and god knows what else. Like explained earlier, a white carcass, with cobalt blue doors, trimmed with a reddish maple wood. Made the knobs and hinges silver, so on the overall…well, I like it. So does mom, so that’s all that really matters in that regard, eh?
It was quite a hassle getting down there, by the way. Turned out to be a bit heavier than expected what with all the MDF. In fact, we had to carry it with the three of us, until we got to the courtyard where the ground was level enough for us to use the wheels underneath.
Always a pleasure to discover that you guessed right about the size, by the way. It fit right in place. Hah.
Since we were there anyway, we also took a moment to crawl under the washing machine (meaning me, because my hands are smaller) to get the blasted thing stable again. It took scraped knuckles, a sprained index finger, but in the end it stopped wobbling again.
That done it was time to head on upstairs to see about tenant. Caregiver was off to her other job again, so we were on our own. Got her things together, picked out a new book because the one she’s been reading this past week was almost finished, and then walked down to basin terrace.
Spent some time going through the greenhouse, taking miners from the tomato leaves, checking the cabbage babies for caterpillars (the bugs are getting smaller every year. I swear these would fit on the tip of a clothespin just barely) and eggs, and then sorting through the ones that we’ll have to help get used to the wind.
That done, and with tenant’s help I made supper for the day, experimenting once again, of course. A veggie mix with patties on the side. No chickpeas of lentils today, but common flower with garden herbs and baked onions and garlic and Parmesan. It was yummy, I assure you.
And now I completely forgot about yesterday, blast it. Well, not much happening then either. We had pumpkin soup yesterday, and most of the day was spent working on that closet. I had hoped to finish it yesterday, of course, but didn’t manage it, much to my regret…well, not really regret, actually, my foot was friggin’ killing me last night, so I was rather happy to call it a day and settle down for the edit. Jeez, if I didn’t need that stupid thing, I’d chop it off for all the bother it’s giving me. Hah.
Seriously though, as of this morning I broke out my new shoes to see if perhaps the fact that the upper seams ripped are the reason the insoles don’t appear to be working any more. I mean, this spring wearing the insoles in my black boots worked like a charm. I do that, and I could walk without them for a week before my feet started feeling broken again. Now…well, it’s not helping. *sigh* If today was an indication, I removed my boots and hour ago without actually whimpering, I might be onto something. Hah.
Okay, I wanna do some edits tonight, and also some reading for the book I’m reviewing. It’s late already, and…well, I need to rant a little, sorry, it has to be done.
Has anyone noticed that in this day and age it is not “in” to emulate heroes anymore? I mean really, where are the heroes that were created to make kids strive to be better? Popeye, the Green Giant, Superman (I know, he’s still there, technically, but I think we can all agree that these days he’s more about PC than anything else) and all those others that pounded on the bad guys on a daily basis and which made kids wanna be just like them.
Sure you have the Marvel superhero movies strutting the streets like genuine prostitutes (sorry for the analogy, but it seemed to fit) showing their marvellous wares in all their glory. Yes, the special effects are grand, and yes, the special effects are grand, and also, the special effects are pretty darn grand (*snort*) but that’s about it, isn’t it. There are some good actors who manage to pull it off to come across as credible, but on the overall the plotlines leave me wanting for something that would make kids (heck, even adults for that matter) want to be good beyond being able to fly/strong/spidey/godly/psychic/mutanty or whatever the heck else is out there.
Sure, the super powers were part of it in the past, but there was also something about the heroes themselves that drew us, wasn’t there?
When was the last time that you genuinely liked a movie character, (as in, I wanna meet that person, talk with that person, heck, I wanna be that person!). Personally, it’s been about decade that I had that, but I’ll make the question easier. I won’t stick with superheroes, any character will do…and I don’t mean physically, mind you. I know all about the gorgeous babes and hunks out there, and I’m sure that plenty of you will want some one on one time with at least a handful of those, but that’s not the point. I want a character you can imagine spending twenty years with on a deserted island without another soul in sight, and…you can’t have sex with that person because neither of you have genitals or hormones. (I’m sorry for that image, but I have to be firm about this.) All you can do is talk with this person and get to know him/her. Which character do you think will still be interesting after a while?
I’m curious about your answers because I am starting to be one of those persons who is at the verge of thinking that “in the old days everything was better” and am most desperate by now. I wanna feel that emulation, again, darn it. I want to feel that “hunger” that makes you strive to do better, rather than the PC rule of “accept everyone the way they are”.
I don’t want to accept myself the way I am (I want change, I need change! If there is no change, life will stagnate, if you ask me…which you didn’t, but what the heck. Hah) let alone folks who beat up their kids and/or pets, lazy folks who want to sit on their thumbs and vegetate rather than achieve anything meaningful, and politicians (*snort*) and…well, the list goes on endlessly. I don’t want to accept that? The moment everyone just accepts without even a token resistance we might as well lay down and die. (Boy, can I be theatrical or what?)
But anyway, that is my thought on the matter. Really, I see the world at large and I wonder why they are impressing reality on kids. It’s not doing them any good, is it. Most kids know more about the “real world” than I do, and that is part of the problem.
The magic is gone and a superhero is that cool guy/gal who’s all buffed up and has superpowers. Let me just twitter my favorite superpower: “x-ray eyes!” I could so get laid if I had a bod like that!
*sigh*
It used to be more than that, really. Heck, even James Bond who boinked everything for Queen and country, had more depth back then…and I better quit now before this blog goes on ‘till infinity and beyond.
I’m outta here.
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