Saturday, March 17, 2018

Girl Stuff

Inspirational song: Ain't No Mountain High Enough (Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell)

We went to see Wrinkle in Time this afternoon. I probably should have read the book one time in my life before I went to see it. Somehow, I missed out on that one. Still, I had fun watching it. It was visually stunning, and I wanted to have a remote in my hand to freeze frame and study the costumes, hair, makeup, and sets. I can't speak to the adaptation of the novel, to know whether it was relatively faithful to the original. I am curious whether the lead, the young girl, is supposed to be as reluctant to go adventuring and angry over her situation as she was played in the movie. There were times when her attitude irked me slightly, but it's possible that it was supposed to.

I have about a week and a half left to prepare for the exchange student (XS) to get here. I bought a big plastic tub to store a bunch of my clothes in, since I'm putting her in what is essentially my dressing room. I needed to bring two months' worth of clothes into my own bedroom, so that I don't have to invade her space to get dressed. I emptied the dresser in my bedroom, the one the lizards live on top of, to consolidate all of my t-shirts and leggings down into the smallest space possible, and brought over a selection of my underclothes, socks, scarves, and jammies to the drawers in here. I chose about twenty of my most comfortable hanging shirts to bring in here, and left the rest that are too small but too nice to get rid of in the other closet. I am hoping to use this opportunity to thin down the clothes I'm keeping, because honestly, I have to let go of some of the things that were never comfortable even when they mostly fit. So far I only have two things in the garbage pile, and nothing in the donation pile. I'm pretending that will change quickly.

Naturally, having a giant tub full of folded laundry on my bed was irresistible, and Athena played Queen of the Hill on it. She ignored Rabbit, who so courteously ignored her back, but when Harvey came to investigate, her ears flattened and her pupils turned into saucers. War never broke out, for which I was grateful. I'm pleased to note that it only took five months for her to calm down enough around him that they can team up to beg for food from me without hurting each other, and I actually caught her playing tag with him in the hallway this afternoon. I'm calling it playing. Nobody hissed, and no blood was drawn. This is progress. Don't tell me it isn't.





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