Stir up, O south, the boughs that bloom…”*
…Till the beloved Master come…”
How was your weekend? Mine was quiet and restorative, but also a little sad, since I was thinking always of the weekend before when so many people were visiting. C’est la vie.
I finished E.L. Doctorow’s The March, which, again I say, is so good and wise and well-written.
I did a little yard work, but it was pretty wet and rainy. It is certainly looking lush in flyover land.
I watched a few movies: Sands of Iwo Jima (1949), which I finally got my hands on…
and Learning to Drive (2014), a little film starring Ben Kingsley as a Sikh taxi driver/driving instructor and Patricia Clarkson as a book critic whose marriage is falling apart.
Both supplied an entertaining diversion, but were not super great, if you know what I mean. Sands of Iwo Jima features John Wayne saying “Saddle Up!” continuously, so it wins as far as I’m concerned.
I went to church and was a reader–my passage was from Revelation 21 by John, the Revelator, so that was fun. The first lesson was from the book of Acts where Paul goes to Philippi in Macedonia and goes down to the river to pray and meets Lydia. All this made me want to watch O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000) which I did.
It was a good choice. (And the last good movie George Clooney made.)
(This is how my mind works.)
*Gerald Near, Christ Has a Garden Walled Around