February Memoirs
Back in the day when I was hardly a practicing Catholic, Ash Wednesday would hold significance for being that day in the year when people are seen looking solemn, with blotches marking their foreheads with what was once the shape of a cross, that gets more shapeless and runnier as the day progresses. At present, today, the beginning of the month and incidentally Ash Wednesday, is the best time to pick up where I left off with my botched diet. As an afterthought, I would like to add that February, as always, came and went like a whirlwind in a tizzy, leaving in its aftermath some delightful, and equally dreadful things.
Delight is a daughter who turned a year older the other day, whose life brings so much joy that I am truly grateful for. Then Mom left to travel yesterday, and I would imagine her plane to be landing in LAX anytime soon, to find her day had lingered back into the afternoon of yesterday (Feb 28), which awaits her with a nippy but sunny Hi 65°F - Lo 47°F, and a big warm hug from my eagerly awaiting sister, I'm sure. So exciting for them both.
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Had I not read Memoirs Of A Geisha before watching the movie, I may have found it a little short on something (after all the hype surrounding it). As it is, the movie version did not remain very faithful to the book, but turned out to be a good accompaniment to it. You know where one tried to cover for the little gaping holes peering out of the other. Having read and watched allowed to complete the whole experience -- the drama, eyecandy and exotica, all presented in ample measure, though not quite tugging at the heartstrings, but comes out, in the way that the sensual contour of the nape of the neck or the flash of a delicate flick of the wrist goes, as very, very pretty.
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Delight is a daughter who turned a year older the other day, whose life brings so much joy that I am truly grateful for. Then Mom left to travel yesterday, and I would imagine her plane to be landing in LAX anytime soon, to find her day had lingered back into the afternoon of yesterday (Feb 28), which awaits her with a nippy but sunny Hi 65°F - Lo 47°F, and a big warm hug from my eagerly awaiting sister, I'm sure. So exciting for them both.
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Had I not read Memoirs Of A Geisha before watching the movie, I may have found it a little short on something (after all the hype surrounding it). As it is, the movie version did not remain very faithful to the book, but turned out to be a good accompaniment to it. You know where one tried to cover for the little gaping holes peering out of the other. Having read and watched allowed to complete the whole experience -- the drama, eyecandy and exotica, all presented in ample measure, though not quite tugging at the heartstrings, but comes out, in the way that the sensual contour of the nape of the neck or the flash of a delicate flick of the wrist goes, as very, very pretty.
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