gratitudes, fear of dying, christmas movies, georgia o'keeffe, my photography
yesterday i was grateful for shopping on main street with holly...
today i am looking forward to yoga with anne...
i have been excessively worried about my health... my ability to sustain my presence in the cosmos... i go through periods like this where every bodily anomaly is interpreted as a sign the end is near... of course, at age 70, it is increasingly likely that the end is near... though there is longevity in my family everywhere, so, as long as anomalies are caught and dealt with early... i should expect to live a good deal longer... unless there is a freak accident... my wife almost had a freak accident over thanksgiving when she mistakenly opened the door to my sister in law's basement instead of the powder room... she stepped into the void but managed to catch herself... which demonstrated remarkable spidey sense given that she made the mistake because she doesn't see very well... somehow she found something to grab onto... how?... anyway... when i go through periods like this it is usually because i am feeling insecure psychologically... that insecurity manifests as a conviction that my body is failing me... there is nothing to do but power through it... deep breath... my stardust will be in use for a while longer...
we progressed with christmas decorations over the weekend... we bought a tree... kissing balls for the front porch... i strung lights in the upstairs front bedroom windows (something my wife has been wanting for many christmases)... i started the reorganization of decorative lighting in the dining room... i am waiting for more lights to come to complete the job... we haven't gotten to christmas cookies yet... sometime this week...
as i write this i am listening to bach's st. matthew's passion... a beautiful piece of coral music... it got me through the pandemic... i almost memorized it then...
we watched an odd entry into the christmas movie calendar last night... everybody's fine
robert de niro was himself... as i watched his performance i thought of him in silver linings playbook as the father character, but he also seemed to echo the character of pat solitano, played by bradley cooper, which caused me to wonder about his impact on cooper's performance... everboy's fine centers on frank goode, a retired electrical cable manufacturing worker, who has lost his wife... when his children cancel a planned visit to him he sets out to visit each of them... he discovers he was a father who expected too much from them and didn't listen to them... this is not in evidence in his present day character or even in some of the flashbacks... he seemed more accessible and less judgmental than supports his children's reaction to him... my experience with my own father, who i never got along with, tells me something doesn't ring true about frank's character as written... at any rate, the movie barely qualifies as a christmas movie... it takes place during the year... well before christmas... the final scene is of the children and him gathered at his house for christmas... i am not clear this will stay in the christmas rotation...
this sculpture caught my attention this morning...
The Indigenous Histories That Georgia O’Keeffe Forgot
Arlo Namingha (Ohkay Owingeh, Hopi), “Sandhills” (2008), bronze (all photos Nancy Zastudil/Hyperallergic)
it is part of an exhibition that brings the work of georgia o'keeffe together with the art of the indigenous population that she lived alongside but never represented in her work... as i understand it... an attempt to set the record straight?... i don't know if one can posthumously set this sort of record straight... though the o'keene museum can recognize it owes a debt is suppose...
a couple of photos from this morning...
