We took the kids to see a silent movie screening today: two Chaplin movies, a Buster Keaton movie called "Cops" and "A Trip to the Moon." Live accompaniment on a huge Wurlitzer. They complained bitterly all day that we were forcing them to watch movies that were silent. How boring was that? Of course they laughed all through the whole screening and thanked us profusely all the way home.

Kids. There you go.

Live music (or a good soundtrack) can add to silent movies so very much -- but since that source material is so good (we remember Chaplin and Keaton for a reason!) I'm not at all surprised the kids were won over.

I went out on the deck and thoroughly combed out my hair this morning, which removed a great deal of the spray-on color -- my comb and hands ended up stained purple-blue. (I've also learned that if you want to stop scratching your head, having your nails come away stained is a good reminder.)

At least they have enough sense to thank you after, Burrell?

Saw a dolphin while eating breakfast! (What it was doing in my pajamas, I'll never know.)

I dreamt I spent another semester in London, and it was the end of the semester, and I had to go through and pack everything in my room in an hour before the car came to take me to the airport. It was one of those stress-packing dreams where you are frantic and are never going to get everything done in time. Also, ita was my roommate, and Jilli was our housemother, and there was a killer whale trying to break out of a tank in the lobby of our student housing.

And on the way to the airport, the plane tickets had been replaced by ticket stubs from shows I'd been to in London by our criminal faculty advisor, and I was going to be stranded in Heathrow with 47 counterfeit pounds and a pile of luggage which included laundry baskets in which I'd desperately piled clothes while packing, a folding table and some backyard furniture.

It was not a restful dream.

That's quite a dream.

Yay dolphin! And silent movies!

I am having a hard time doing anything today. Too much doing of stuff yesterday. Maybe a cup of tea will help shake the feeling that it would be easier to buy underwear than do laundry...

I went on a local garden tour with some friends yesterday. Now I want to grow all the things. And, since the group met at my place, I actually got some cleaning done before hand. Now it's just laundry and dishes--chores where I can spend 90% of the time being lazy.

Lovely pictures, tommyrot!

I love the picture of the three of us! Scola, I'm clipping that for your address book picture instead. Why do you smile for my sister and not for me???

Never mind that she took fifteen pictures getting the hang of the thing. Jessica, you didn't do that thing where you swap the heads to get the best composite? Does anyone amateur do that? I found the ads confusing, myself.

NY was...the services were as you would expect for a woman who grew up in Brooklyn and worshipped at a Lady of Lebanon Catholic church--Mass was partially in Aramaic. I declined the trip to the cemetery in order to rest up, and joined the group for a reception which was very interesting, meeting mainly her daughter's friends in mourning. And got to know her long time boyfriend better (of the decedent, not the daughter).

I try not to imagine the daughter's position--she's a doubly orphaned widowed mother of a ten year old, and she's in her late 30s. She was clearly strung tightly. Cousin O's partner seemed more subdued, like he'd worn himself out mourning, and was now in the quiet long phase of losing your life partner of 15 years.

I try not to think of my parents' mortality at times like these, but it's pretty impossible. I think my sister wasn't showing how much she was affected in that way. She's very close to my mother especially.

I am the sort of person who rehearses loss, just to see. It makes it hard to talk about, not least of all because I sound like a nutcase.

Speaking of the sis, she's been avoiding soy because she's very fibroidy and doesn't want a replay. It's been driving me mad that she's discarding product after product with soy lecithin because she read something on the internet. Her reasoning was that soy encouraged fibroids, so no go. I asked her which components of soy, and were they present in soy lecithin? She looks up soy allergy, which says that the proteins that trigger the allergic reaction are not in lecithin.

So she's okay, right? But I tell her the mechanism of fibroid-feeding doesn't have to be related to allergens. What specifically about soy? Phyto-oestrogen, she says. And too much oestrogen is a problem for fibroids. Okay. But there's good cholesterol and bad cholesterol, so I suggested she google phyto-oestrogen and fibroids together.

Turns out that soy oestrogen is a dominant oestrogen (way simplified) and is a better kind of oestrogen to have around than her body's naturally produced.

tl/dr: If you're prone to fibroids, eat a diet rich in soy. She'd unknowingly been doing the 180 because she never took it through.

My mother will be so happy. The soy ban bothered her a lot, but she never walked Sav through it (if she had, it would have been much faster, since she's a biochemist who's just never studied that ).

OH. THE FUCKING SWEETEST THING. Because he knows, Scola left a travel mug of good tea with his doorman since he lives near the church. So I had good tea with me, on a trip where I couldn't be bothered to wrangle my own.

You're a love, Tom. As well as consolidating my esteem of you, you blew my sister's mind.

Love.

Iron railing painted. I'm only a little painted. Dianthus planted. I need to clean house and swim. There aren't really enough hours. I want to nap. I'd put off the cleaning for weeknights, but this week is going to be a bear anyway. Probably won't even get around to starting on the spindles (I have paint!!!)