I've started watching The Newsroom with Christine, an Aaron Sorkin show. I've decided that Aaron Sorkin's next series should be The School Board: plenty of chance for human relationships and drama, plus plenty of opportunities for sermons on democracy. I like that about Sorkin's work. The Newsroom has two narrative threads about relationships that are approaching tedious. I do like how they've characterized the man the young woman will probably leave for the other guy: he's not bad or obviously abusive. Instead he's just a bit patronizing, certain he's doing important work, and missing chances to affirm her work.
We watched Titanic over the weekend and the aristocratic fiancé of the female romantic lead was just awful, over the top. Although i suppose the whole movie was over the top. Back to Sorkin, it is nice to see the guy to be left behind in a romanic triangle have "normal" behaviors held up for scrutiny, as opposed to obvious abusiveness.
I spent much of the weekend researching my Grandmámá's amazing life, starting with the lumber mill in Brazil at which she spent her first five years.
A friend of mine met Grandmámá recently and heard her share some of those early Brazil stories. Afterwards my friend noted how amazing was Grandmámá's life -- and how caught up in the imperial extraction machinery of the early 20th century was her life. And it really was. I suppose i can stretch that thread across and connect it to how she supported herself working for Ma Bell as an adult: from that imperialist extraction era to the communication era?
Much of the blues faded away and i have concluded that they were rooted in my endocrine system more than anything else. On Sunday i felt a clear sense that it is time to move forward with some things where i have been in a bit of a holding pattern due to elephants.
I explained the elephant metaphor in July 2014, but elephant care has been very heavy this summer. I'm not quite sure when it got as heavy to carry as it did. In February of this year Christine was still able to cope to a certain extent, but at some point in the spring -- she might point to when her tooth broke as the tipping point -- elephant issues became the overriding concern of the house.
It seems with the fading of summer and the arrival of cooler weather, i have a sense that i could breathe deeply again, no longer hold my breath. This heat wave, i have to remind myself, is not directly related to the issues of elephants, and i can still breathe deeply again.