Do Not Hold In Hand After Lighting

Words to live by- be careful out there.

Got roped into a movie last night by the lure of dinner first (mum, scallops with corn pudding and fava beans). We saw 'Super 8' and I sat with my hands over my ears the whole movie. First of all it is geared to twenty-somethings who grew up on Spielberg drek in the 70's and 80's, but this one had ALL of Spielberg's drek rolled up into one extremely long movie. OK, so it wasn't all that long, but it seemed like it sitting there watching one crash after another, crap flying through the air endlessly, and an unseen 'force' that kidnapped a lady in rollers... Well the 'force finally materialized and ***SPOILER ALERT*** was only upset because he was misunderstood. Sigh. Aren't we all. Well, nobody dies, nobody is irrevocably lost except the main kid's mother who is dead before I walked in, squashed in an industrial accident after switching shifts with a drunk. If you're thirteen, this movie is for you, If you are way over being a kid in the 80's, stay home and watch CSI reruns with your own popcorn. That said, it was a hit with my son and fiance-in-law who both enjoyed it, but I know for a fact that he was sneaking out at night to film monster movies with his pals back then so I know he was identifying, but he was using the 50# video recorder, not a camera. Alas there were no train wrecks in Wellesley back then. OK, so I will admit to liking the clothes and furniture of the times, but it was more like a compilation from several decades rather than very specific. No computers, no cellphones but there IS a walkman. And lots and lots of bikes. And to tie this all up neatly, one of the kids carries around a whole lot of fireworks.

I spent the day yesterday doing fun stuff like trying to stick the vacuum hose into the dryer vent, researching turnip recipes from a farm share I ended up with, and filling holes in the hall outside my door because of my revolving 'gallery'. After 11 years of 'revolving', the walls look like swiss cheese. As soon as I pulled a handful of remaining unadorned nails out, I started all over again and hung the red and white quilt that just returned from Pat Pauly's Parallax show and the Hudson River piece that was my swan song at the Quilters' Connection show (I am letting my membership lapse after 26 years). I still have a bunch of the dress pattern collages here so I rehung some of those too, just to fill empty space. It gets this stuff all out of my way inside, and is a good holding tank until I can roll them up to take back to FL.

So today, it's back to work on the quilt interspersed with sporadic knitting on a gift scarf I want to finish up. I am convinced that this is going to be OK, but the ball of yarn is running out very fast and the scarf os still very short. Of course I don't have the tag and spent way too much time yesterday trying to locate something similar online. Fat chance. My only other bright idea is to add two or three buttons and call it a cowl. We'll see. Meanwhile, I, of short-attention-span-theater, am having devil of a time with the lace pattern- 10 rows and I am fried.

Your life becomes more complicated because you're able to see the truth today, even if someone is trying to hide it from you. Your intuition makes it nearly impossible for you to be involved in superficial interactions now. You're not interested in what others think of your ideas; they aren't up for negotiation. But there's no need to act self-righteously since it's easier to get along with your friends if you acknowledge that there are many ways to look at a situation.

Okey Dokey, time to go look out for that truth- bet it ain't lurking in the sewing machine.