Monday, February 2, 2015

Monday, last syllable rhymes with Indy, 20F, snow on ground but not much. Semi-sunshine.

After talking to K & D yesterday, about Duchess, among other things, I ate way too much spaghetti and rotini and read part of Lillian Helmann's memoir of Dashiel Hammett.  
"...I was too tired to care and I went to sleep on the couch. I woke up because Hammett was sitting beside me, patting my hair, grinning at me and nodding. After he had nodded for a long time, I said, “What’s the matter with you?” And he said, “Nice things. Because it’s the best play anybody’s written in a long time. Maybe longer. It’s a good day. A good day.”"
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Reading these lines, I began sobbing. I felt bereft, lost, hopeless. I wept for a while, thinking about Wendall, Duchess, Kelly, death and the futility of crying. It doesn't make the sadness go away, it doesn't feel good, it interrupts eating and it makes people--if there are any around--stare at you. Earlier I had told Kelly that when Wen died, distraction helped. So, testing my theory for myself, about the time the Big Game started on NBC--available , but not tempting, to stream online, I watched 3 movies back to back from Netflix.
1. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy, a John Le CarrĂ© story. Unable to view any more Le CarrĂ© movies online I next chose 2. Clear and Present Danger with Harrison Ford and Anne Archer. I observed that they both have the same kind of eyes. Sad and sympathetic and worried no matter what the mood should be. Finally, 
3. Ordinary Decent Criminal, a  silly, farcical,  robber movie with Kevin Spacey.
As distractions, they served the purpose, but it wasn't my dog who had died.
Most fascinating was the cast of Clear and Present.  cast list     
 It was, to excuse hours of totally useless occupation, enlightening, somewhat. 
 Benedict Cumberbatch was in Tinker, Tailor, as a blonde. I'm glad he's a star now. 
Went to bed at 2, listened to  the neighbors who were still peacefully partying. Big Game party, I made that assumption.     

So, how was your Sunday?

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