I watched a really good movie on Friday. Words and Pictures. It is predictable. It is cliché. It is pat. But I didn’t even care and you won’t either because Juliette Binoche and Clive Owen. Because art and literature. Because teaching. Because prep school with a soul heart I want to go there please. Because constant quotes. Because paintings. Because poetry. Because pain. Because painting with a mop. Because the art studio. Because Binoche actually did all of the art for the movie. Because sometimes it’s okay to be sweet. Just because. Just because you can.
I’ve gone a little Face Book nuts. I’ve dipped a toe back into Twitter. I would like for my toe to stay in. But it makes me squirrely stupid white girl fifty years old jumping bug it may make me stupid dumb.
But really, I must get out my paints. TODAY. I must see if they are dried up to nothing impossible to open. I must see what I have in the way of canvases. I must set up my easel in the sunroom. I must needs have a mind of painting.
Would also like to take basket of things to Good Will. Also, cook an actual supper. Also find an excellent poem. And move more than I’ve been moving. And eat less than I’ve been eating.
Would like to be well. The peace that passeth understanding. Also, an orange purse the getting of which seems especially increasingly urgent. Also, would just like to rise up from recliner and move about on the face of the Earth.