The rain is here. We are postponing the dog walking, but I do have reasons I will go out this morning, and maybe it's a good thing. But I cannot foresee singing in the rain. It's a little too cold and gloomy for that. The going out has to do with picking up prescriptions, a doctor's appointment and lunch with a dear friend. The good, the bad and the ugly. Well, not really. It's not a Clint Eastwood life I lead. I don't even think Clint Eastwood leads a Clint Eastwood life. By the way, the reviews here for his new movie are pretty bad. My friend and I had planned to see it, but now I wonder. If I see it, it will be because I like thinking about his 0uevre.
I certainly prefer thinking of films over the dramady of the news. Awful, awful, awful. I end up with terrible images stuck in my brain and anger that has no place to go. Sexism, sexual abuse, violence, despair, poverty. The only good news yesterday was a piece on the Wampanoeg tribe recovering and teaching it's language, not spoken for150 years. It began with a group of Indians sitting around brainstorming, and then a woman emerging who decided to attend MIT Linguistics school for an MA, and returning to teach her tribe. She won a MacArthur Fellowship last year. They were able to reconstruct the language by written documents from long ago. She seemed like such an amazing ordinary hero, and the pride the tribe is taking in tackling this monumental task is lovely to behold.
I'm going to hold that image in my mind today.
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