Tears and fears and feeling proud

It’s Saturday afternoon and the clouds have taken over but I don’t mind. They suit my mood and frankly, I think some rain would be lovely. I spent the day doing some badly-needed spring cleaning and have the sore muscles to prove it.  But at the moment, I am consoling myself with a cocktail and listening to some music as the pre-Preakness Stakes festivities air on our local television channel in Baltimore.

Later in the afternoon, I went out and bought myself a hanging basket to cheer up the little back porch area. I’ll be working on that tomorrow, even if it rains. It’s a mess and I took a before photo for tomorrow’s post.

While I was cleaning the upstairs foyer this morning, I could hear my son in his room practicing on his guitar. I usually mind the fact that I’m the only one cleaning, but he’d just come home from working all night and he was playing an old Joni Mitchell tune with his door open. He asked if I knew what it was. Is he kidding, I thought. I love Joni Mitchell, and I loved being somewhat serenaded as I wiped down the woodwork with cleanser.

 

I took this yesterday evening within moments of sitting down in my chair to relax and smiled wide after seeing it on the playback menu of my camera.  She is getting used to having me for company. I stayed out there for over an hour and only had far away sightings of the male. I can hear the babies in the nest when she brings them food.

 

I heard these three tunes at different times today and two of them have something in common. I’ll give you a hint: they were on a soundtrack for a movie.

 

And speaking of movies . . .

 

. . .

Last night, I watched a foreign film that came highly recommended by the head of our English department at school. Rust and Bone is the story of two lost souls who find strength in each other after the collapse of each of their personal lives. It’s not a happy movie, but it’s not entirely sad either. And I have a total girl crush now on Marion Cotillard. Actually, I’ve always liked her. But in this, she gives an absolutely stellar performance. There are subtitles. But subtitles usually don’t bother me.

 

Rust and Bone is a dark romance, full of grit but also of hope and redemption. It’s a movie that is still with me. Although I recommend, I will say that it’s not for everyone.

And with that, I’ll say farewell . . . until tomorrow. Enjoy your weekend. And remember, these are the good old days.