Harmony ,'Underneath'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
And that's when I realized that Impressionism was more than just a popular art style of the day, but rather how I was living my life.
Isn't there a theory that Monet wasn't so much getting more Impressionist in his later years so much as losing his eyesight?
I still have moments of realizing my glasses could be better -- I'm pretty sure I have had more than one conversation with msbelle where I was saying, "You can see that?!?!?!"
Isn't there a theory that Monet wasn't so much getting more Impressionist in his later years so much as losing his eyesight?
The only place I heard that was on Seinfeld. Not that there's anything wrong with it.
The last day Athens GA had a high in the 70s was May 30 (79.2). Wah.
It's so frustrating. Both my kids had 20-15 eyesight, H does too, correctable, though his unaided eyesight is much worse than mine. Mine isn't correctable to 20-20, so in the car, I'm sussing out highway signs by intuition and the shape of words--which can be hysterical when I intuit "Pizza" for "Plaza", for example--while H is actually reading them.
The only place I heard that was on Seinfeld.
Eh, sitcom joke, art history theory - potato, potahto...
He still wants All The Things, but he's getting better at taking a minute and stepping back, thinking through his OMGWANT impulse
With my kids it was teaching them to separate want from need. I remember going through a time with Kelly were she wasn't allowed to say "want" at all. She found other ways, of course. "Oh mommy, look at that pretty widgit. Isn't it a useful widgit? Weren't you saying recently that a widgit like that would make your life easier?" Crafty kids.
The only place I heard that was on Seinfeld.
I'd heard it before then. ISTR a series of paintings of lilies that illustrate how eyesight typically deteriorates with cataracts. I think that was Monet.
July and August in Georgia are so much like January and February in Maine (where I grew up) that it's funny. I am so tired of being inside!
I swear I get SAD during summers like these, because I can't spend more than 15 minutes outside at a time. It's very frustrating to the dog, whose philosophy is "inside bad, outside good."
On the list of things that suck when you live alone: moving mattresses. There was some dry rot around one of the bed rail attachments and a piece of wood broke off, causing a late-night rearrangement of sleeping arrangements and bits of Thurber's "The Night the Bed Fell" wandering through my brain all day.
I got my skates today. They fit and are fun! I've skated around the driveway.
I also talked to a reporter from the local paper about the derby.