School days
August 10, 2009Soon, for the monkey. Beginning the 24th of August, just like the big kids. I can’t imagine days in a row with time to think… but they shimmer on the horizon like a domestic Xanadu.
Meanwhile, I write down how to make an armadillo while she sleeps, while Brian reads his webcomics or saves a corporate infrastructure or something before bed. Karmically speaking, even minus one beagle and plus some depressive episodes, I think that once again, I’m way ahead of the game through absolutely no virtue of my own.
And there appears to be a rather creepy movie on TCM. Ah.
ETA: The creepy movie has just segued into creepy movie about a mom dying and leaving her seven children who pretend that she’s not dead so they won’t be separaaaa… nope. Not watchin’ that.
What in the world movie is that?!?!
It’s called “Our Mother’s House,” British from about 1960. It has excellent reviews, and the four or five minutes I could stand to watch were beautifully made.
Did you ever see the Jodie Foster movie “The Little Girl Who Lives Down the Lane?” That one gave me nightmares for years… so now I want to see it again.