dual personalities

Happy Wednesday, readers. It feels like a Tuesday. I had a restful long weekend. I did such things as drive all the way to the Midway Antique Mall only to arrive and fall victim to the Apple Weather App’s errant weather reporting. I drove all the way back to Jefferson City only to find zero sleet and/or precipitation of any kind. Thus, I hauled it to Home Goods where I bought some bins and finally organized those drawers I’ve been talking about since March.

I also watched The Birds. I got a five disc Hitchcock DVD set for Christmas and I’ve been enjoying watching the classics I haven’t seen in ages. I will admit that I had forgotten what a drip Tippi Hedren is at the end of the movie–but up until the point that she [SPOILER ALERT] goes upstairs alone to see what that sound of flapping wings is and then enters a room and falls in front of the door, blocking access, while being attacked by birds–I enjoyed it. I related to this guy:

I also watched The Rewrite on Hulu. This is one of those movies that has a cool Hollywood cast (and Hugh Grant playing all Hugh Grant characters) but does anyone remember this coming out? Of the script, Grant said:

“I love Marc’s stuff, and [‘The Rewrite’] made me laugh .[I wasn’t interested] in the sort of marketed, Hallmark, ‘Valentine’s Day’ sense — I find that repugnant. Here, the romantic comedy part of it is only a small part; it’s about this broken guy who mends himself.”

In the movie, Grant plays an Oscar-winning screenwriter who hasn’t had a hit in years who takes a teaching job at Binghampton College in New York. Naturally, he overcomes his shallow LA ways and learns to love teaching and falls for the single mom in his class (but remember, this isn’t a Hallmark movie, that’s repugnant). This movie was supremely average. And unmarketed, apparently.

After watching The Birds, I wanted to read the short story which I last read in Mrs. Copley’s ninth grade English class. I remembered it being much creepier than the movie. So, I opened my phone, pulled up the Amazon app and ordered a book of Daphne du Maurier short stories. It magically arrived in my mailbox a day and a half later. My memory was accurate about the creepy-factor–and I’m enjoying the other stories as well. I’ve also been reading some No.1 Ladies Detective Agency which is good for the soul.

“Though for Mma. Potsane, the landscape, even if dimply glimpsed, was rich in associations. Her eyes squeezed shut, she peered out of the van, pointing out the place where they had found a stray donkey years before, and there, by that rock, that was where a cow had died for no apparent reason. These were the intimate memories that made the land alive–that bound people to a stretch of baked earth, as valuable to them, and as beautiful, as if it were covered with sweet grass.”

Alexander McCall Smith, “Tears of the Giraffe”

I will leave you with this Frasier clip because a) it inspired the title and b) it made me lol.