Sunday, 23 May 2004
Sunday morning is a nice time to relax. I think part of me still remembers going to church every Sunday (I mean, subconsciously rather than at a conscious level) so I think of this as quiet time for my soul. And then there's the part of me that remembers every severely hungover Sunday in college, when it was all about McD's breakfast and some reading in bed time.
Sunday is my downtime day. I try not to schedule events on Sundays, if I can help it. I need to have a day where I don't have to worry about being somewhere or doing anything. I simply need time to recuperate from life, and be on my own.
I just realized that since my car battery died this week, I don't have a way to get to yoga tonight. This is a problem. I could drive Mr D's car, but I'm afraid of it. It had some problem where the idle was too low, so it would stall a lot unless you kept a foot on the gas even while stopped, and I kept slamming on the brake because I drive a standard. When my car starts to stall, I press the clutch. Screeching to a halt and burning significant rubber at 5 miles per hour is not a way to instill confidence in someone who honestly doesn't like to drive anyway. So, I have to figure that out.
I have no idea how old my car battery is. I thought Mr D had replaced it, but that might have been his old car. Need to look through the service records and see, but it really doesn't make a difference. The car won't start, and the battery won't hold a charge. Therefore, no driving. I could possibly get him to take me. I really want to go, I think it makes a huge difference in how I feel. I can wait until tomorrow night, but we can't afford to replace the battery until we get paid next Friday so he'd still have to take me.
I finally saw the third Matrix movie Friday night. (Attention: SPOILERS AHEAD) I liked it, but there was no suspense at all. No building of tension, no worry. It was pretty clear who was going to die, and if I'd thought about it at all I would have known what was going to happen to Trinity because otherwise, Neo couldn't do what he had to do. The revised Oracle did a decent job, I thought.
I'm sure there could have been a way to make it more suspenseful, instead of feeling like everything was inevitable and predetermined. Maybe that's what they were going for, although I kind of doubt it. I think they got sidetracked by all the uber-cool CGI-animated-action sequences and forgot about the need for a human element. That's what I liked about the first one: Despite the wooden board playing the lead (sorry, Deborah), I actually cared about the people. Especially the other people on the Nebuchadnezzar, the ones who all die.
Trinity had to die, there was no other way for Neo to let himself be taken so he could deal with Agent Smith. If he'd had hope for a future, he wouldn't have done it. I suppose we were supposed to feel tension between his despair and the consequent potential for giving up, and him fighting to the very end. The fight sequence was pretty, but much too long. They really got all excited about showing off their mad special effects skillz and forgot that everyone else is doing it now too and it's no longer as mega-wow as it was with the first one. Or I guess they got all tied up in topping themselves and everyone else and forgot this is a movie, not a video game.
MATRIX MOVIE SPOILERS OVER
I do not feel like tomorrow is my birthday. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better about it, but right now the weather is crappy and my car is dead and I have no plans for dinner or anything. Just another day. We're supposed to go camping next weekend and I am ambivalent. I feel overwhelmed and restless at the same time. Maybe I'm waiting for something to happen, without knowing what that is.
My dad didn't make it down this weekend. They got booked through July while they were out on the bear hunt, so he might be down in July when Mom is going to BC, or he might not make it down until September. I'm not particularly fussed, but I think that's part of why I'm kind of blah. It's just as well though, the house is still a mess and there's really nothing going on anyway.
I have not finished a single book yet this month. I'm working on Jeffrey Steingarten's The Man Who Ate Everything, but I'm also trying to read three other books and none of them are holding my attention very well. They're all good, I'm just not getting sucked into them. Bus reading doesn't give me enough time, and I'm not motivated to make the time otherwise.
Maybe I'll go do that now - read my book. I want to. So, have a lovely Sunday and a good week. I'll catch you later.
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