My husband survived his birthday just fine. We went out to lunch, and he bought two puzzles, and we went home and watched "The Hunger Games" which we had just bought. My husband has read the book and seen the movie, I hadn't. The movie is gripping enough, but the thought of this spectacle of children fighting repelled me, yet afterward, I saw the power of the metaphor. Western sports is like the sacrifice of children for money and food. They are damaged young, some die, others are psychically maimed by the sport they play. So it has value, but the teens who watch this movie are not going to get any of that at all, is my guess. They are going to see the glamor of the violence. Anyway, it was a lot to think about.
Then my husband went to his first chorus rehearsal and I talked to two friends on the phone and then read my book "Half Blood Blues", a terrific read about jazz musicians in Europe right before World War II. It's got a jazzy, flowy narrative and indeliable characters. Fun.
Now, off to the dentist for a filling. Oh, joy.
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