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Feb. 2nd, 2002 09:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeeteaandme[2/2/2002 6:44:58 PM | Susan Hickey]
Grey skies all day yesterday, freezing rain, damp and ugly. Stayed in all night. I woke up late last night to my printer doing it's opening calisthenics; the power had flickered. I went back to sleep and was awakened later by the moon shining through my window, bright as a searchlight in a luminous midnight blue sky. I don't mind being wakened much, so I laid there and looked at it for awhile before I went back to sleep.
Was so sore this AM in my right hip, as though I hadn't skipped out on 2 days at the gym. Probably a menstrual thing, since I started today. I did some yoga to make it better. It really makes a difference, I remember doing it with Gerry & JoAnn when I was a kid, and with Shawn in college. I'm glad it's followed me this far-- my flexibility is coming back pretty quickly.
Stayed in all morning nursing the hip and loitering, then met Tad for a second viewing of LOTR. *Such* a good movie. Ian McKellan is incredible. But it's the world I am grateful to Peter Jackson for. When I see the Shire, I get all misty-- someone else besides me loved this world, spent untold childhood hours wandering in it, living in it, dreaming about it. Any one of us, dropped into any part, could find our way to Bag End by the landmarks, and run up to the round green door with eager feet. I don't think I'm some kind of geek for loving this tale, and I feel sorry for people who do. It seems to me people find their truth on whatever path they walk, and however different the paths are, the truths are pretty much according to the kind of person *you* are, not the kind of path. Maybe that's why I don't read so much as people would expect me to with all the imagination and daydreaming I've done. I think a lot of people think of stories as entertainment -- a broad counter for a lazy mind to rest on. I'm interested in stories that get inside you,
make you think. If you don't want to call someone up afterwards and start getting into the whys and hows, or if it doesn't stay with you, making you question things around you or see them in another way, then it's not really worth the time you spent on your duff looking at it.
Okay, 'reading nazi' speech over.
Grey skies all day yesterday, freezing rain, damp and ugly. Stayed in all night. I woke up late last night to my printer doing it's opening calisthenics; the power had flickered. I went back to sleep and was awakened later by the moon shining through my window, bright as a searchlight in a luminous midnight blue sky. I don't mind being wakened much, so I laid there and looked at it for awhile before I went back to sleep.
Was so sore this AM in my right hip, as though I hadn't skipped out on 2 days at the gym. Probably a menstrual thing, since I started today. I did some yoga to make it better. It really makes a difference, I remember doing it with Gerry & JoAnn when I was a kid, and with Shawn in college. I'm glad it's followed me this far-- my flexibility is coming back pretty quickly.
Stayed in all morning nursing the hip and loitering, then met Tad for a second viewing of LOTR. *Such* a good movie. Ian McKellan is incredible. But it's the world I am grateful to Peter Jackson for. When I see the Shire, I get all misty-- someone else besides me loved this world, spent untold childhood hours wandering in it, living in it, dreaming about it. Any one of us, dropped into any part, could find our way to Bag End by the landmarks, and run up to the round green door with eager feet. I don't think I'm some kind of geek for loving this tale, and I feel sorry for people who do. It seems to me people find their truth on whatever path they walk, and however different the paths are, the truths are pretty much according to the kind of person *you* are, not the kind of path. Maybe that's why I don't read so much as people would expect me to with all the imagination and daydreaming I've done. I think a lot of people think of stories as entertainment -- a broad counter for a lazy mind to rest on. I'm interested in stories that get inside you,
make you think. If you don't want to call someone up afterwards and start getting into the whys and hows, or if it doesn't stay with you, making you question things around you or see them in another way, then it's not really worth the time you spent on your duff looking at it.
Okay, 'reading nazi' speech over.
