I watched the old Ken Russell movie "Women in Love" by myself last night. It looks pretty silly and the dialogue is way too literary, but some of the class ideas hold up well. When I first read the book, in my twenties, I identified with the women, but of course the book is entirely about men and their preconceptions about women. I find now when Birkin wants a wife and a best friend, and Ursula can't understand why she isn't enough, I am with Birkin 100%. No spouse is "enough" and I want close intimate friends as much or more than a life partner. But D.H. Lawrence thought he was radical, and the homoeroticism inherent in the book and movie show what he was really struggling with. The movie seems to me now to be a funny take on the strum and drang of the emotional roller coaster of a person in their twenties. All melodrama and absolutes.
I did work on the pictures and am so organized. In the process I found my tap shoes, ballet shoes, baby pink wool booties, my dad's hospital bracelet, his navy wings, a baby ring and an engagement ring, and various other ancient artifacts. They are now wrapped and better stored, and I gave away a few things to our older son and younger daughter last night when they were here for dinner. The power of objects for me has always been great. I read whole novels into them, and analyze my past. As they say, the past is never past.
I'm going to balance a little shopping with errands and generally floating around. I've had a leisurely morning so far and plan to stick to it!
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