recording news shows

I've gone back to recording news shows, for want of movies or DVD programs. Maddow and "The Last Word".

Sylvia

Part three of Sylvia’s date with Bob. Bob seems to be little more than an ornament for her, as she is far more in love with herself as budding artist. Not that we have to feel bad for the guy, since he will at least get to enjoy some kissy, make-out action with the hot babe later.
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I stood there, complete in myself: whole, we talked, and I said what I thought. He did not understand, but he listened. and liked me. “I love the people,” I said. “I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.” I thought, a year ago I would have been thrilled with sheer amazement, sheer joy, if I knew I would stand here with Bob and have him love me. But now I smiled with impersonal tenderness. [...] my writing, my desire to be many lives. I will be a little god in my small way. At home on my desk is my best story I’ve ever written. How can I tell Bob that my happiness streams from having wrenched a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt and beauty, and transformed it into typewritten words on paper? How can he know I am justifying my life, my keen emotion, my feeling, by turning it into print? We walked away, then, to a restaurant. I stared at one old man while I ate my hamburg. He was red-faced; sad. I concentrated hard. Man, I love you. I’m reaching out to you. I love you.

-- Sylvia Plath, The Journals 1950

whether to mow

I have been struggling in my soul today whether to mow the lawn. If it were not for the promise of rain over the next few days (about a 50-50 chance), I would surely wait until the weekend. On the other hand, if I were not so poor and energy, and lazy, I would knock it out. It is only further demoralzing when the only part that needs the mowing consists of the crab grass and the weeds, which make up the better part of our lawn.

I am looking to hold off, but we'll see how I feel in another hour or so.

It is nice weather for the spot of outdoor labor. Heavily overcast and breezy, nice and cool.

Ash

Ash is giving Coco a good licking-over, as though Coco were still her small kitten. That's Ash through and through. She was exceptionally nurturing when she was still a small kitty herself. I remember her licking to unstick the eyes of her poor siblings.

not a July sunshine

The sun has broken through. It is not a July sunshine, but it hardly encourages me to go out and mow.