I took a half day off yesterday (Monday, Memorial Day) and went to the movies. My son did not feel well, so I went alone -- a thing I have not done in years. :) I saw the new X-Men movie and really, truly enjoyed it! Watching this movie set of a lot of thoughts in my mind -- what a complex intellectual plot (who'd a thunk it?:).
I decided that I definitely disagreed with the 'Good' guy's method of dealing with power (keep it leashed up and undeveloped) and also the 'Bad' guy's (use it however you can imagine to do whatever you want without caring for the consequences). I also recognized, yet again (third movie in the series, remember?) that I identify with the character Wolverine. Now, if you have seen the movie (and if you know me), that will seem like a truly outrageous notion.
Still, Wolverine is born an iconoclast -- he goes his own way and minds his own business and trys not to bother other people, unless they bother him first, of course. :) Even so, he is the one who steps in when the Good Guy is killed and shoulders the responsibility he's been trying to evade heretofore. He is the one who unites the team, even though he is a loner at heart. He's the one who sees things clearly and gives advice that is truly helpful rather than knee-jerk (to Rogue, on making decisions). For an outside-the-law hard ass, he's definitely come a long way.
Hmm...how can I identify with and hanker for the same person? What can I say, the mind is a complex stew.
Another thing we two have in common is dogged stubborness. He claws his way across things, drags himself up hills in the face of complete annhiliation -- because he is determined to do so. I will say that a middle aged woman of uncertain physical hardiness certainly knows about control and dogged determination -- you try to make it 75 feet to a bathroom with your bladder overfilled to explosive proportions!! :) Every step is an exercise in endurance and control.
I worked on the sales floor on Saturday and Sunday .. and then spent five hours in the store on Monday afternoon (with my spouse) doing paper work. :P Can't say that was a holiday ... but the peace and quiet yesterday was a pleasant change. :)
In honor of Memorial Day, I wanted to mount some photographs of my father, Otto Hampton, who passed away on January 5, 2006. I could only find one picture of him, taken in the butterfly house at Calloway Gardens in Georgia when we were there on vacation in 2003. (scratching my head -- I have pics of him and my Mom who came to visit last May here somewhere; hope I haven't lost them).
Sometime in the future I will write more about Daddy, right now the pain is too raw.
Last night I put the last work in on the private round robin canvas I have from Belinda. I think I mentioned it in my last blog. Here is how it turned out:
I have to roll up this one and the other (Belinda's) and mail them onward tomorrow. Post office, here I come (I am on a first name basis with our drive up postal clerk:).