Though it only made it up to a very humid 30 C today, there is much worse to come over the next several days. Two of three lawns were cut yesterday, with one more to go tomorrow. At least it's Friday. M*A*S*H Friday, with cold, dry gin martinis coming up soon! And episode 12, Season 10.
Every two weeks I need to replenish my bird seed supplies. The only place that I like right now is not far from Kingsville, so every two weeks I accompany Deb, dropping her at the home to visit her mom, and running some errands. I also spend time at the lovely Lakeside park, usually just parking above the lake, reading. Yesterday was our last cool day for awhile, so it was very pleasant at the park. My brief walk and stretch was accompanied by a plethora of new geese and their watchful chaperones.
There were baby geese galore at Kingsville's Lakeside park. Foreground: a gang of pre-teens was out looking for trouble.
My right finger is still painful when I play piano. I managed an hour today, but no more. So here I am, blogging. Typing doesn't seem to bother it, oddly enough. We finished up the Japanese Noir film festival Monday with a second viewing of Zero Focus, directed by Yoshitaro Namura (again), a b & w film from 1961. A Tokyo woman, married for only one week, goes north in search of her new husband when he doesn't return from a business trip. A lot can happen on those business trips, let me tell you. For instance, the guy already had a common law wife, and tried to fake his suicide to get rid of her. The story is from a novel, and is actually pretty complicated. It takes about 20 minutes at the end just to explain everything, which kind of slows everything down just a bit too much. Still, it's quite a good movie, and there are lots of trains again.
My choice came from 10 years later, Rossellini's TV version of Socrates Needless to say, there is a lot of talking and disputing going on. Not a single car chase! The story focuses on the final days of Athen's greatest man, and how he came to die by poisoning, and the way that he accepted his fate, along with his reasons. Compared to what one finds on TV much of today, this is pretty decent stuff. The dialogue seems to have been taken directly from Socrate's teachings. Definitely a one of a kind sort of guy, and a pretty tough opponent with which to argue.
We are currently watching my leaving June 30th choice. More on that weird and semi-wonderful film next time. Turning to art, time for some more fun and adventure from the collection of the Detroit Institute of Arts. Since it's almost Sunday, let's talk about pancakes. On Sunday mornings around here, it's special breakfast time. We take turns: one week I make french toast, a baked vegan kind I adapted from a dairy recipe. The following week Deb makes either waffles, pancakes, or cinnamon rolls (her repertoire is vastly larger than mine). At breakfast eating time we listen to a different Bach Cantata each week. Perhaps the woman seen buying pancakes here is trying to save herself some work on Sunday morning.
I tend to prefer smaller pictures over larger ones, and night scenes over daytime. But good night pictures are so rare. This one is small, and lit by moonlight and lantern, a wonderful little genre masterpiece of painting. It's usually on display in the 3rd floor Dutch galleries.
Until next time, likely a very hot day...
Mapman Mike
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