More random thoughts

I’m totally tempted to read the book Things We Set On Fire by Deborah Reed simply because I love the title.

I would love to be stuck in an elevator with Sally Field. I think she’d have lots of great stories to tell. If nothing else, I bet she’d be game to re-enact scenes from Soapdish with me while we wait for rescue.

I am legitimately saddened to hear that Antonio Banderas and Melanie Griffen are getting divorced.

I am even more saddened to hear about Tracey Morgan being in intensive care after a car accident. I totally let B read it on the internet this morning because I didn’t be the one to share the bad news. He can’t die. He has to go out in some ridiculous manner- like getting eaten by a shark when he’s 97.

I am always (ALWAYS) weirded out by the thought that the song Rosanna is about Rosanna Arquette. She just doesn’t strike me as someone that would induce such throes of passion that they would require a song. Am I wrong? (Although I just read on Wikipedia that it wasn’t actually about her, but that she was coincidentally dating the keyboard player at the time and had the same name. That seems like a big coincidence.) You have to watch the video for it though- I’d never seen it before, and it’s got a crazy Grease vibe.

B knows me so well. He got back from CA with presents for me- a box of nuts and chews Sees candy, an issue of O magazine, and the Elle with the Angelina Jolie on the cover. US magazines are so expensive here. I always forget and think- oh, they’re about $7, $7 is a lot for a magazine, but I could splurge… and then I get to the bookstore and they’re closer to $15 and I just can’t do it. If you ever want to send me something special from the states, just send me magazines. 🙂 (But not Vanity Fair- I have a iPad subscription to that. It’s my favorite magazine.)

Like I said in my last post, I got released from my calling at church yesterday. I don’t have a new one yet, but Relief Society president and early morning seminary teacher are no longer possibilities. (I’m a little relieved on both of those counts, honestly.)

We watched The Grand Budapest Hotel a couple nights ago, and it was marvelous. It had a titch more swearing in it that I would have liked, but it’s so utterly beautiful. I just want to watch it over and over again, just to see the set pieces. I wonder if there’s a book of pictures from the movie… and there is not. That’s a shame. I loved the moment when M. Gustave suggests the blood pact- it’s such a quintessential Wes Anderson moment. It could be in any single one of his other movies- most likely said by the character played by Owen Wilson (but not always).

Last night we watched the most recent episode of Penny Dreadful. Am I alone in feeling that they’re going to pull the Phantom of the Opera into the mix? I keep getting that vibe from Caliban in the theater. And my goodness if little Billie Piper doesn’t play thrilled and excited more gorgeously than anyone ever. No wonder she was the perfect companion for the reintroduction of the Doctor. I’m hoping her character can hold on for a little while longer, but I forsee a worrisome future for her.

It’s supposed to rain all week, but is not raining at the moment, so I’m rushing to get all of the laundry washed and hung up to dry that I can before it starts. Here’s hoping it all dries in time!

The girls are painting with watercolors, and I’m going to join them in a minute. I’ve been watching classes on Skillshare and feel like experimenting.

Since it’s our first official day of summer vacation we’re going out to the bookstore this afternoon (it doesn’t open until 11) to load up on books for our rainy week. I’m reading Just Kids by Patti Smith and she has, hands down, one of the best writing voices I’ve ever read. I just want to read and read and read.

Time to go paint!

 

 

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