Some people don’t mind the weather. They are either oblivious to it’s changes or born in tropical climates. The rest of us check the forecast daily and then decide what to wear. My grandfather put his long handles on around Labor Day and took them off on the Fourth of July. It’s worth mentioning that his circulation was poor.
It would be best to write a review that is solidly just a review. The last month of movies and a book that seems to drag on longer than it should leads me to this review.
The book is “Into Thick Air: Biking to the Bellybutton of Six continents” by Jim Malusa. It is about his travels on bicycle. which got me to thinking about all of the thinkgs that we do not need a license for. First there is the lack of need for a drivers license with a team of horses, a bicycle of course, and among other things is driving me crazy. The book is not really as boring as the long title suggests. There is a lot of botanicle and geographical information about each of the continents that he travels in to their lowest points. There are days I simply give up and go watch a movie just so I can hear a different voice.
Some of the movies that I picked on the Amazon Prime list are memorable. Others go through this battleground of memory sticks and eventually, a title or name comes back. The movie that I do not recommend for soft hearts is “Mr. What.” It is the story of an ex-con and his changed life after his is released from prison and exonerated for wrongful imprisonment. While the movie is a great inspirational faith based film, my weepy eyes could not handle the continuous effect of kindnesses. After nearly a month’s worth of tissues in the pile on the sofa, I decided nice people just are not my type of movies.
So I jogged over to the thriller aisle and tried to find a movie in the mystery genre. Much better time passing as the anxiety over who-done-it or what-in-the-world is happening helps the day pass quickly. Never mind the fact that I crochet the whole time and keep rewinding the films to get what i missed. The next movie worth mentioning falls into the “Next” category. Check that one out, and it’s sequel, not bad winter weather watching. “The Words” falls into my good-movies-about-writers list. This CBS Film is a mystery romatic drama film from 2012. Anything about an author, a journalist, a novelist, a writer, or an editor attracts my chocolate tooth.
My favorite thing about the movie “The Words” was the underlying inspiration that the author received from outside sources. Writing is never an object unto its own. Rather, writing is the ability to grasp imagination, reality, and words until the reader is drawn into the words with the senses. If I tell you about my burned pizza the other night, you will soon be sputtering along with me as the crispy crust, and charred cheese crunch between the teeth of your imagination. It was truly the best burnt pizza I have ever tasted. Bother.
Movies, books, blogs, podcasts, and life itself inspires people to do, to become, or to write. Some of us a driven to capture thought into words unto paper or typecast. I cannot help it.
This morning my breathing again is labored. It’s another day for the nebulizer and other asthma control medicines. Not sure the exercise plan will stick for the day.There is always some crochet project to do.
Running out of yarn for a certain project, drove me to find another fidget affect. This one was something old made something new. Video tutorials are great for learning a new project. The mittens were made from the strands of a hat that never made it to the top of my head. I love the pattern and now i just need to find the proper yarn. A thicker fleece type is called for this pattern so the holes are filled in with the plush fabic.
Now on to the next item.
My mother-in-law brought up the topic of winter boredom busters. Cleaning out closets is the old time favorite. In my mind, some days of retirement can drive one to the “kitchen drawer boredom” state. I am not there yet. Cleaning the kitchen drawer out sounds like a blizzard day kind of activity. And since there is always yarn to be found, crochet takes priority over cleaning. Sorry, mom. The floor might just be dirty another day longer.