06/21/01 - I give up. It's too darn hot. The mental has taken over the physical. The only energy I have today is for doing a little thinking. I can handle that, yeah I can. I took advantage of having the house to myself for a couple of hours and watched The House of Mirth a movie based on a novel by Edith Wharton. I am glad that I watched it alone. It was a tragic love story. Not really a chic flick, more of a literary, artsy film.
If I only had time, I think I would like to understand tragedy more. Is that strange? What I wondered today is whether I find tragedy entertaining. Well, it was a movie. Movies are for entertainment? Actually, I thought the acting was good. The movie was set in the early 1900's. That era is interesting to me. Come to think of it, most eras are interesting to me. But I think tragedies are appealing for the lesson. Or, maybe for the relevance gained.
After the movie, I laid on my bed with the fan directed on me and gave myself a moment of luxury. I thought about choices. I thought about relevance. And then I thought about getting real and getting on with it. I really think I need to break down and turn on the air conditioning. All this heat and thinking can't be good for me. |
