Random Musing on a Sunday Night
Posted By admin on August 1, 2011
Random Photo: Bikes on a Ferry
This is a random post because I’m tired. I’m writing Sunday night, while Gorky Park plays in the background. Love this unexpected treat! Watching a movie set in a freezing Russian winter while here, it’s hotter than–it’s hot as can be!
Anyway, first random thought–the early 80s were amazing for movies! Gorky Park, ET, Indiana Jones, Witness, Tootsie, on up to the year The Color Purple and Out of Africa came out. I was going to add Kramer vs. Kramer, but that might have been 1979. Oh, wait. F/X. I guess it’s not Academy Award fare, but I love that movie for its creativity (and Bryan Brown). And here’s something weird and random about Gorky Park. I’ve mentioned my love for all things Inspector Morse before. The bad man from Masonic Murder Mysteries (not a book, but one of the excellent “based on” episodes), is the doctor who restores faces in Gorky Park. I love when that happens–like running into an old friend!
Next random thought–you may be wondering about the bikes on the ferry. The beloved has just returned from a trip north with three of his friends. They went to Niagra Falls and up to Maine and then back–all in a roundabout way. He has a gadget, called a “Spot” that lets us track him when he does these trips. Sometimes, when he’s stopped for more than an hour, I hate that Spot, because it appears to be telling me something’s happened to him. While they were on the ferry, the Spot showed they were riding over water.
Oh, William Hurt does intense so well! And he’s using a fountain pen. I don’t know any writers who don’t have a passion for writing instruments and paper. Mine is so strong, it’s inched its way through my genes to my girl, who has her favorite pens as well! Fountain pens are so elegant, and I’m fascinated by the way the ink comes out dampish, and then dries, and you can see the difference in the color tone as it happens.
Last random bit–I was cleaning this weekend and discovered some tomato seeds I bought in the spring and forgot to plant. (The beloved planted some, and they actually seemed to be nearly flourishing, so I backed off my gardening plan.) I’ve definitely mentioned the flowerbed of doom? Vegetables, even in the grocery store, flee as I near them! And people all over the building ask their shopping neighbors, “Did you hear a faint cry of ‘Save yourselves’?”
Back to the seeds. I think if it’s going to be year-round summer any more, we might as well have year-round tomatoes. So, I planted them. And they’re flourishing! Despite my menacing thumb of death! I’m shocked. I ease up on them to water them, and thus far, they don’t seem to know it’s me. The test will come when I thin them because I put them in a planter on the deck (with little hope of success), and they all grew! Utterly shocking! We’ll be the only folks we know eating fresh tomatoes on Christmas Day!
And that’s enough random for a Sunday night. I need to look more closely into William Hurt being a Soviet investigator!
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