I usually avoid movies about dogs because of the inevitable ending.
No matter how wonderful the story, the relationship, the plot — the dog is going to die, either of trauma or old age, and my heart simply can’t take it.
But I saw this trailer at the theater last night. And although it made me cry like a baby, I may have to see this one.
My mother’s china has been packed in a box for 27 years.
I have taken it with me from city to city, to nine different homes, but have never had the cabinet space to display it.
Well, today it sees the light!
Isn’t it beautiful?
After all those moves, I unwrapped each piece with some trepidation, but only one was broken.
It somehow seems fitting.
The Lobster is the quintessential independent film.
Original. Absurd. Other-worldly.
This world does not allow adults to be single. In fact, newly single people have 45 days to find a mate with similar characteristics as themselves, or they will be turned into animals and released into the forest.
Hey – they get to choose which animal, so that’s nice.
The people of this world appear unemotional, and speak with a deadpan delivery that would make any PBS station proud. Of course, there are always one or two folks who attempt to break the rules.
Their bad behavior is what drives this film, and you’ll be cheering for them, even as you shake your head in confused fascination.
#relationships #jobs #moves #life
I have great friends.
This I have always known.
But the past couple of months, they have been seriously showing off. We’re talking epic love and support.
You know who you are. You know what you’ve done and continue to do every day. So I just want you to know how much I appreciate every little thing.