It's raining cats and dogs and our gutters are falling off and who's afraid of looking in the basement - I am! In keeping with the theme of water we are awaiting the repair person to fix the refrigerator, which is leaking and buckling up our new floor. Oh, joy.
I'd like to get out this afternoon and forget I own a house. Hopefully le deluge will ease up by then. I know, I know, the earth needs this big gulp of water, at least where we live. I'm complaining, and I know better. But in the last week, my tongue has been swollen to three times it's size, and bloody, my biopsy site turned bright pink and itches like crazy, so I had to go back in yesterday to get new antibiotic, new cleanser, cortisone something for the rash, and my eyes are goopy, probably from pain shots in my mouth or cheekbone, or just out of general protest. I feel irritable. Can't a girl complain a teensy, weensy bit?
I want to see the movie "Lincoln", but am trying to wait so the family can see it on Thanksgiving day. Nothing else much appeals to me right now. I'm looking forward to "Life of Pi", but it's not here yet. It could be disappointing, as Ang Lee has his hits and misses. Daniel Day Lewis only has hits. He's my favorite living actor, though Cary Grant is my favorite all time, with Lewis second and Laurence Olivier third. I am of devotee of Lewis, because he reveals the heart of the people he portrays. I don't know how he does it, but I believe it helps to be the son of a poet.
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