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Actually, this ain't bad
Dec. 25th, 2004 07:58 amIt wasn't a bad day yesterday, all things considered. In fact it pretty much bordered on normal. i don't know what i expected, but whatever it was, didn't happen. i had one minor descent into a pity party when i was at the market, but that is over and done with, and today yesterday is past. i expect today will be much the same. Of course there is always the danger that i may have to kill someone. This is the third day without sun, and my solar batteries are running dangerously low. i pity my students tomorrow, if there is no sun. i get mighty fussy.
i worked on the research projects, and did laundry, it doesn't seem like much, but again, the day sped by, in no time, it seems, Max was waiting not very patiently for his afternoon constitutional. His internal 'walkies' clock can be most aggrevating.
i woke up this morning with a thought.
Last night i watched a movie, i think it is called Home for the Holidays. It has people in it whom i enjoy: Ann Bancroft, Charles Durning, Holly Hunter, Robert Downy, Jr., the guy from the television program The Practice, but i didn't really enjoy the movie. It left me unsettled or disturbed, i don't know exactly how to explain it. But:
My thought this morning was if that movie portrayed the average American family gathering. Are the majority of American families that dysfunctional? Am i deluding myself with inaccurate memories of my family's holiday dinners? In that movie, there was only one significant good deed that was emphasized, and even then, it wasn't truly discovered until the end. The family home was filled with crabby, discontented people. The two sisters were at each other's throats, constantly. The mandatory two children were sassy-mouthed babyish brats. The son/brother-in-law was ineffectual. The brother/son had a good heart, i suppose, but was unable to show it. He was a tease, and a tormenter. Is this movie an accurate representation of American family traditions and life? Are family members actually that cruel and mean-spirited to each other?
i have been away from my family for nearly every American holiday for many years, and my memories may be rose-tinted by time. But, even during the worst periods of my life, i don't remember treating my family in such a rude, that word doesn't even begin to cover it, way.
It seems when i try to be eloquent words fail me.
i worked on the research projects, and did laundry, it doesn't seem like much, but again, the day sped by, in no time, it seems, Max was waiting not very patiently for his afternoon constitutional. His internal 'walkies' clock can be most aggrevating.
i woke up this morning with a thought.
Last night i watched a movie, i think it is called Home for the Holidays. It has people in it whom i enjoy: Ann Bancroft, Charles Durning, Holly Hunter, Robert Downy, Jr., the guy from the television program The Practice, but i didn't really enjoy the movie. It left me unsettled or disturbed, i don't know exactly how to explain it. But:
My thought this morning was if that movie portrayed the average American family gathering. Are the majority of American families that dysfunctional? Am i deluding myself with inaccurate memories of my family's holiday dinners? In that movie, there was only one significant good deed that was emphasized, and even then, it wasn't truly discovered until the end. The family home was filled with crabby, discontented people. The two sisters were at each other's throats, constantly. The mandatory two children were sassy-mouthed babyish brats. The son/brother-in-law was ineffectual. The brother/son had a good heart, i suppose, but was unable to show it. He was a tease, and a tormenter. Is this movie an accurate representation of American family traditions and life? Are family members actually that cruel and mean-spirited to each other?
i have been away from my family for nearly every American holiday for many years, and my memories may be rose-tinted by time. But, even during the worst periods of my life, i don't remember treating my family in such a rude, that word doesn't even begin to cover it, way.
It seems when i try to be eloquent words fail me.
