Spent the whole day in dumps1.
Still in the dumps, though more from melancholy than from angst.
Thanks, no thanks, La vie en rose.
We mostly lose our tempers not with those who are actually to blame; but with those who love us enough to forgive us our foul moods.
Saw Things we lost in the fire tonight.
I’ve seen the movie before, and liked it. It’d been a long while since, so saw it again, and it was like new again.
One bit about the movie struck me – it’s very un-American.
The character who binds all other characters in the movie together, is shot dead for being a good samaritan.
Yet, nowhere in the movie is there coverage of the killer, the police (2 passing scenes), the courts, jail, etc. There is no reference to rage, anger, revenge, or justice – the cornerstones of American movies that involve murder of a key character.
Instead the focus is completely on healing, on getting lives back together, on loving, on supporting each other through the hard time, on recovering, on accepting the good.
Things we lost in the fire is very un-American.