Sunday, September 20, 2009
I hit a double on Friday--two beaming 2.5-year-old granddaughters, who live 70 miles apart--each demonstrating the use of her new potty seat. Pride of accomplishment doesn't get much better than that! I also attended a very productive professional conference on vertical teaming Pre-K through Bachelor's Degree, but who cares? In the great scheme of things, the potty chair is probably more important for a life skill.
On Saturday, I altered a jumper that I knitted a few years ago to fit a little sister, I hope. I moved straps over and added side ties to the bottom of the bodice so that width could be adjusted. I don't think my alterations would have worked in a smooth yarn, but this was TLC Wiggles, so the little confetti-like bits everywhere hid a number of little irregularities.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I particularly enjoyed the performance of Alex Kingston as Mrs. Bennet; she was always a favorite of mine on ER. Eliot Cowan’s performance as Mr. Darcy was not only a satirical take on Austen’s character, but a wonderful parody of Colin Firth’s performance in my favorite miniseries. Morvan Christie’s performance as Jane Bennet was also reminiscent, deliberately so, I think, of the former film. Since to much of the public, P&P is a movie, not a novel, these references were perhaps necessary.
To me this work was somewhat marred by the unnecessary intrusion of a few extraneous and really gross sexual references that just didn’t seem to fit with the mood of the rest of the film. I know that British humor and television is somewhat different than ours, but those items were a jarring note in an otherwise outstanding performance.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
This morning I went to the first game of the season. I did not have a lawn chair or a blanket—I fully expected bleachers. If small town Texas can have bleachers, why wouldn’t small city New Mexico have them? On the other hand, I do have an SUV with comfy leather seats that made it just fine down the slightly muddy back road in back of the soccer fields to park facing the field. I watched in comfort, joined by my son and the player’s 2-year-old sister, who watched in some delight by standing on the console and sticking her head out the moon roof. The biggest shock, however, was actually finding the game. I knew that grandson would be wearing an orange shirt (Are they called jerseys?). I knew that he also has a blue shirt. Dumbly, I assumed his team colors were orange and blue—rather zippy. I considered this when I dressed for the game. My blue shirts were all in the laundry, and I don't own an orange one. Texas high school football has me trained. You do NOT show up wearing the colors of the opposition, even if you don't know what they are. Therefore, I carefully dressed in gray sweats, gray handknit socks, and black shoes. I was noncommittal and without group identity. When I arrived, I looked hard for the orange team. There were, I think, 8 games all going at the same time. ALL the games were orange against blue. How confusing! And how unimaginative! There was also no scoreboard. I have no idea who won, but perhaps beginning soccer is like T-ball in that no one really cares. The point is just to be there and practice some of the skills. On the other hand, watching was lots of fun even though it lacked the everybody-stare-at-one-kid-at-a-time intensity of T-ball.
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Since I live Very Small, Texas, the ads have a flavor all their own. . . .
- "8 out of 10 doctors in Very Small, Texas, recommend our green tea extract for ingrown toenails." I can't tell you how excited the local hospital is going to be about that. It took a two-year search to hire local doctor number four last year, and we suddenly have six more with no effort by the community.
- "Local woman in Very Small, Texas, loses 245 pounds on our secret diet." In a town this small, anyone who lost that kind of weight would be featured on the front page of the local newspaper--and I can guarantee that diet would NOT be secret.
- "Buy local concert tickets in Very Small, Texas" Oh, come on. The only places big enough to have a concert in Very Small are the school auditorium, three or four of the bigger churches, or the city park. Those elementary band concerts are free, churches are not going to turn away people by requiring tickets, and the city park is wide open on all four sides.
Now obviously, the same sites that host this advertising can do better, because waaaay down at the bottom of the page, someone obviously figured out I had been looking at wall ovens and broomstick skirts--and that broomstick search was a couple of months ago. Don't they have some way to figure out that those of us in microcities (like my new word?) can recognize quickly how fake their ads are?