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You might think I was the Gatsby of Underwear to see all the whites I had to wash this morning. I don't normally wash them separate from the colors, but I had so much today that I remembered the old advice and took it. Are my whites whiter? I don't think so. Especially not my socks, which by now each have a stupid black smudge right at the ankle where, for some reason, my foot brushes against them as I run our recycled-tire track. I suppose I could spray them with some miraclous chemical stain remover or just nuke 'em with good old Chlorox, but I never do. Well, the whole tattered world bears the marks of our living in it. Is today Monday? Yes. Labor Day. No school, thus the laundry. Thus a bit of school paper processing, a bit of cat-baiting, a bit of teacher-tuning ("Assesing Thinking: Glimpsing a Mind at Work" by Lee Odell), some playing around on the computer, a jog in the afternoon, a movie in the evening with Jay. The movie turned out to be The Sixth Sense, and it was pretty good with a very sweet conclusion. Jay suggests that it owes something to "Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge" and "Carousel". I'm thinking of Our Town and even Spoon River Anthology. More subtle than a potboiler like Ghost...minimal special effects. Jay said he wished The Haunting could have managed some of this film's atmospere. You get to the end of this one and you want to think through the whole thing again. What did these characters know, and when did they know it? I was involved enough to get through its two full hours on two ice teas and two cups of coffee. What a recommendation. "This film made me forget I had a bladder." So this is a short one. A fullish day, but not full enough to have much to say. A pretty well balanced day. Tomorrow it's back to Ben Franklin and Helen Keller. |
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