I am watching Spirited Away

I am watching Spirited Away in increments as
my tired aching body will allow. So far it is interesting. I believe it is the
first foreign animated film that I have watched and as I haven't watched many,
getting used to the way the characters speak and move is an adjustment. It
reminds me of Speed Racer, which I just realized after a nice little search,
still has quite the following. I watched that on cable in the early '80's. They
seem so similarly animated. R was watching with me and provided a lovely
commentary on the movements and sounds of the
characters..."awwwww"...."oooohhhhhh"....."mmmmpppphhh" It was recommended me by
my local bookstore /coffee shop owner. So, I will give full report as soon as I
have finished. I took E with me to return a few videos and to go to the
bookstore to purchase The Atlantic Monthly. I had planned a delightful evening
with one of my favorite periodicals, involving frightfully hot, churning water
and bubbles. I browsed the religion section and found a book that I had long
been wanting to read. After chatting a moment with the clerk, I reached into my
bag to retrieve my checkbook. After digging for an embarrassingly long minute or
two, I realized that I had left it on the kitchen counter after paying the pizza
delivery guy (a whole 'nother blog is going to be devoted to that subculture at
some point). Sadly, I had to walk away with my dreams dashed of a private
evening of reading and tubbing. I can't wait to awaken and not sound like
Christine McVie's sick brother. I think I have eaten more Chloraseptic than is
medically recommended. Maybe I should just break down and go to someone. You
know, pay out the, ahem, and be told it's a virus. "Yes, thank you for your
professional opinion." I am sure that Eve was greatly relieved when her
daughters grew up and she actually had other females to talk with (please, I am
all about companionship in marriage, but a woman needs other women to survive).
The hardest thing about moving is leaving the support system that it takes years
to build. I am really tired of having to introduce myself over and over and
answer questions about myself, my life, my family, etc. I think there is great
comfort in being known! Being understood and not having to put on the false face
of contentment that everyone wants to see when they don't know you. I also hate
the games that women play when you aren't part of their inner circle. You know,
coming over and starting a conversation right in front of you about something
you have no idea about? Translation of this: "I am more important than you are.
See, I have a private thing with this person here that you do not have or know
about." All the while, smiling and feigning sweetness. It's like junior high all
over again. Why do women do this to other women? Have I done this? Am I also
guilty of duplicity to some poor soul who has left her friends, family, her life
behind her? Have I put on the face of snobbery? No, surely, I haven't been so
unkind....