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Saturday March 24, 2001
"Art
thou poor, yet hast golden slumbers? Thomas Dekker , Patient Grissil
squirrel seems to be asking...when are you going to make some sounds??
this one is known as purple house
the wisteria is lovely and aren't those tongues pink? |
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honest labor It starts out raining. For some reason I feel like getting up at seven and getting the papers, lying on the vast driveway together in their colored plastic bags, having survived the thunderstorm of the last couple of hours, mostly dry. We read and drink from the Capresso. A squirrel sits on the clarinet player. Looking at us? Looking for something to happen? He sits there long enough for me to go to the other room and get my camera and shoot his picture several times. I called SuRu about a walk around 9, when the rain seemed to have left town. She didn't immediately agree, dogged by a cold, but her baby was making such a fuss that she called back and wanted to do it. We walked to the other side of the creek. Thought of going over Mopac but, instead, just went up and down the streets on both sides of Bull Creek. A woman stopped us for a long talk about our dogs and her plants. A huge cactus with droopy tendrils, looking like a wig for a big Medusa, hung on her porch. It needs separating and repotting. It's a Borzoicactus Aura Spina. I ask SuRu as we walk away whether the time we spend talking to people counts in our exercise time. While we walked, FFP was out planning a new bed for the front yard. He had purchased some plants and he and a gal at Gardens had made a plan. Shortly he started digging. I went out and filled the hole the sprinkler guys left, hauled stuff to compost, cut down some bamboo in back My parents came over. We all talked to the neighbors. They had been to Northcross Mall to walk. Dad is interested in helping the neighbor with her garden and they have all had trouble getting started because of the rain. The hard work wore me out about 2:30 and FFP, still digging and shaping his bed in the muddy ground, ask if I'd go to Holiday House for burgers. But, of course. It's nice to take a shower after some hard physical labor and then relax into the tiredness. The great thing about my labors in the yard lately is that I've done enough to feel the effects without doing so much that I get impossibly sore. Our friend Anne recommended Pollack* and Ed Harris is nominated for best actor. So FFP and I decide to go to the movies. It is hard to watch people with obvious mental illness and talent self-destruct. But watching the idea of creativity unfold always fascinates me. Ed was good but I thought Marcia Gay Harden rocked as Lee Krasner. Actually, I think that she deserved more than a supporting nomination. She was a principal in this one. Maybe she will have a better chance at getting a statue for supporting but looking at the competition, probably not. Anne's review below is interesting because I thought of her and another friend of mine vis-a-vis Peggy Guggenheim. (What outfits!) She identified, too. The artist she didn't recognize was Willem de Kooning. (Played by Val Kilmer.) POLLACK, the tragic
story of the artist, Jackson Pollack was excellent. Ed Harris can do no
wrong. His performance is true to his reputation. The story is that his
father saw a photo of Pollack on a book jacket, thought it looked like
his son, bought the book and sent it to his son. He had no clue who Pollack
was. Ed harris didn't knoow either. so he read the book and decided to
make the movie. He also directed it. The story unfolds around the Greenwich
Village artist of the early 40s and 50s. Watching Harris recreate Pollack's
work in the film was fascinating! Peggy Guggenheim, the eccentric |
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