Self commentary on my c'est la vie
This night is the best time I've had with dad present in a long time. He's for the most part resting, with fairly frequent moaning and verbalizing how much things hurt, i've gently applied some A5-35 to the effect area -- legs, ankle and feet, and am supplying a deliciously calming blend of Baroque agagio music, with my books playing, and at times looking at the movies collected on YouTube.
In books so far there was some Trollope, Middlemarch was most effective atm, I even fitted in some of Michael Reeve reading the ESV translation from Proverbs, Romans, Ephesians and Revelation. He moaned out a little more when I played a half an hour of the naughty Monk novel, and lastly about audiobooks I returned 2 and the replacements are the Fagles translations of Homer's 2 epics the 2nd of which The Odyssey is being played now as dad is moaning big time, i'm not gonna let him ruin this blissful time I'm having, he will receive ample physical comfort, but there is a clear limit to the effectiveness of that.
In movies I love watching Nicole Kidman in Eyes Wide Shut and The Others, Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, Alicia Silverstone in Clueless, Rebecca De Mornay in The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, Louise Brooks in Beggars of Life, and many more both unaesthetic and aesthetic.
Once I've had all the coffee in the pot, i'll retreat to true divine solitude, well except that I have mice in my room making sounds as there's all sorts of junk on the floor, i'm more resigned to this aspect, as long as I can be free of the kinds of disturbances that sort of know the English language.
Trollope's Pallisers series with David Shaw-Parker's pitch perfect narration that I can hear is top priority, each of the 6 volumes around 30 hours.
Less moaning now, and I have things physically placed better, Baroque music that is slow is evoking Pasolini films, those richly tragic characters in a rough and tumble world of the slums, caught with that neorealist eye. Unique and raw looking faces.
In books so far there was some Trollope, Middlemarch was most effective atm, I even fitted in some of Michael Reeve reading the ESV translation from Proverbs, Romans, Ephesians and Revelation. He moaned out a little more when I played a half an hour of the naughty Monk novel, and lastly about audiobooks I returned 2 and the replacements are the Fagles translations of Homer's 2 epics the 2nd of which The Odyssey is being played now as dad is moaning big time, i'm not gonna let him ruin this blissful time I'm having, he will receive ample physical comfort, but there is a clear limit to the effectiveness of that.
In movies I love watching Nicole Kidman in Eyes Wide Shut and The Others, Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, Alicia Silverstone in Clueless, Rebecca De Mornay in The Hand That Rocks the Cradle, Louise Brooks in Beggars of Life, and many more both unaesthetic and aesthetic.
Once I've had all the coffee in the pot, i'll retreat to true divine solitude, well except that I have mice in my room making sounds as there's all sorts of junk on the floor, i'm more resigned to this aspect, as long as I can be free of the kinds of disturbances that sort of know the English language.
Trollope's Pallisers series with David Shaw-Parker's pitch perfect narration that I can hear is top priority, each of the 6 volumes around 30 hours.
Less moaning now, and I have things physically placed better, Baroque music that is slow is evoking Pasolini films, those richly tragic characters in a rough and tumble world of the slums, caught with that neorealist eye. Unique and raw looking faces.
46-50, M