How I Love
I unearthed some beautiful poems by one of my favourite authors, James Walters, somewhere in my room. I had a convo with him via email once many years ago, a very charming guy. Here's one:
Lilacs and Wine
Arrayed in silver,
The whiskey sky
Glimmers,
Summoning sorrow.
With sweet aromas
Of lilacs and wine,
With songs remembered,
The black breeze
Draws the memories
From the secret well,
Until the tears begin,
Until breaths deepen and quiver,
Until the soul moans
And prays
To forget.
I found it. At long last, I found it--Saved By The Bell: Wedding In Las Vegas. That movie has so many memories for me. I have a fierce hold on my past sometimes. The DVD actually came with a second movie, Hawaiian Style. I also got Last of the Mohicans. There are so many references made to that movie, I just have to watch it. It'd also be very handy to have in my teacher's kit...(it's going to take time until I totally make that transition away from teaching)
The most beautiful thing happened yesterday. One of my darling students says to me after a long period of silence, "Ms. Grace, you're a really good teacher." I was floored. I asked him why and he gave me a series of reasons to which I just had to be humble about it. It left me feeling warm inside.
I was watching the Kings Of Comedy last night before I started to snooze part way through. I watched up until Cedric came on, I missed Bernie Mac's bit but I caught it this evening. I LOOOOOOVE him along with Steve Harvey. Those two make me laugh out loud and hard. I also love Bruce Bruce but he is not in the spotlight like the former two kings. They each have their distinct style, I don't have a favourite.
On my way home from work today, I stopped at Staples and after fifteen minutes of shopping around, I look at my hand suddenly and notice I'm carrying two set of car keys. One of them ain't mine. I don't even know how the hell it came to be in my hand, I didn't run into anybody or pick up anything that wasn't mine. It was the oddest thing.
I was there b/c I wanted to laminate the Harris Burdick pictures J gave me but they told me that the pictures may be damaged. The heat could melt the colour and turn it all black so I opted out. I'll frame them in some simple light framing. That's going to set me back, I just know it b/c I have 15 of them. But I just love them. Of course, I also bought other things (because I have no idea how else to spend my money since I'm so rich) like a big box of prisma colours. I always wanted a set but never came across them until now. So I got them. And I love them.
Today's favourite by my grade 5 class was this one: I can't wait to read the story it inspired them to write. After I told them the story of the mystery surrounding his absence, they came up with wonderful theories of why he hasn't turned up: he was kidnapped, he's got memory loss so he can't remember that he even sent them in, he's moved out of the country.
Another Place, Another Time
If there was an answer, he'd find it there.
I'm thinking of making photography as a serious hobby a go of it. There are photography courses in that continuing ed list but I assume you need photography equipment like a professional camera, not like my cute-to-look-at one, as well as computer photo programs. Yvonne is an aspiring photographer (as it appears to me) and the photos that she takes are very beautiful and classy (she posts on facebook). She took one black and white one of her fiance--it's timeless.
It looks like it belongs in a magazine--HEY! Maybe I could publish my photos if I ever get to be that good! Here's two of mine:
I watched this lovely lovely movie a few nights ago, I don't remember if I already mentioned it, it's called Diary of a Mad Black Woman and I adored it, not because her name was Helen and reminded me so much of me or because her husband was a dead ringer for a guy I once dated from the way they looked, acted, held themselves, talked, background to the successful career they had (it was uncanny) but for its soulful sentimental storyline and heartbreaking scenes and tear-jerking lines. It was a true romance movie. I'm usually not a fan of romance movies. I think it's because Julia Roberts has monopolized them all coupled with the fact that she's a horrible actor. She makes a joke out of the movies that she acts it. She's too goofy. She doesn't have grace. That's next on my list of movies to buy for my unpremeditated hobby: collecting good movies. My favourite lines are:
Helen's mom: "Peace be still."
"You can't put no man before God. Don't you know that he's a jealous
God?"
"Forgive him. And then, forgive yourself."
Helen: "We both wanted to make love that night but he chose to give me something more--intimacy."
"Dear diary, this man is fine. How did he know I like to be held like this? [Am I holding you too tight?] Lord knows I wanted to say hell yes, back the hell up. Lord please get this man the hell away from me before I lose my mind."
If only it could happen like it does in the movies.
GW
Lilacs and Wine
Arrayed in silver,
The whiskey sky
Glimmers,
Summoning sorrow.
With sweet aromas
Of lilacs and wine,
With songs remembered,
The black breeze
Draws the memories
From the secret well,
Until the tears begin,
Until breaths deepen and quiver,
Until the soul moans
And prays
To forget.
I found it. At long last, I found it--Saved By The Bell: Wedding In Las Vegas. That movie has so many memories for me. I have a fierce hold on my past sometimes. The DVD actually came with a second movie, Hawaiian Style. I also got Last of the Mohicans. There are so many references made to that movie, I just have to watch it. It'd also be very handy to have in my teacher's kit...(it's going to take time until I totally make that transition away from teaching)
The most beautiful thing happened yesterday. One of my darling students says to me after a long period of silence, "Ms. Grace, you're a really good teacher." I was floored. I asked him why and he gave me a series of reasons to which I just had to be humble about it. It left me feeling warm inside.
I was watching the Kings Of Comedy last night before I started to snooze part way through. I watched up until Cedric came on, I missed Bernie Mac's bit but I caught it this evening. I LOOOOOOVE him along with Steve Harvey. Those two make me laugh out loud and hard. I also love Bruce Bruce but he is not in the spotlight like the former two kings. They each have their distinct style, I don't have a favourite.
On my way home from work today, I stopped at Staples and after fifteen minutes of shopping around, I look at my hand suddenly and notice I'm carrying two set of car keys. One of them ain't mine. I don't even know how the hell it came to be in my hand, I didn't run into anybody or pick up anything that wasn't mine. It was the oddest thing.
I was there b/c I wanted to laminate the Harris Burdick pictures J gave me but they told me that the pictures may be damaged. The heat could melt the colour and turn it all black so I opted out. I'll frame them in some simple light framing. That's going to set me back, I just know it b/c I have 15 of them. But I just love them. Of course, I also bought other things (because I have no idea how else to spend my money since I'm so rich) like a big box of prisma colours. I always wanted a set but never came across them until now. So I got them. And I love them.
Today's favourite by my grade 5 class was this one: I can't wait to read the story it inspired them to write. After I told them the story of the mystery surrounding his absence, they came up with wonderful theories of why he hasn't turned up: he was kidnapped, he's got memory loss so he can't remember that he even sent them in, he's moved out of the country.
Another Place, Another Time
If there was an answer, he'd find it there.
I'm thinking of making photography as a serious hobby a go of it. There are photography courses in that continuing ed list but I assume you need photography equipment like a professional camera, not like my cute-to-look-at one, as well as computer photo programs. Yvonne is an aspiring photographer (as it appears to me) and the photos that she takes are very beautiful and classy (she posts on facebook). She took one black and white one of her fiance--it's timeless.
It looks like it belongs in a magazine--HEY! Maybe I could publish my photos if I ever get to be that good! Here's two of mine:
I watched this lovely lovely movie a few nights ago, I don't remember if I already mentioned it, it's called Diary of a Mad Black Woman and I adored it, not because her name was Helen and reminded me so much of me or because her husband was a dead ringer for a guy I once dated from the way they looked, acted, held themselves, talked, background to the successful career they had (it was uncanny) but for its soulful sentimental storyline and heartbreaking scenes and tear-jerking lines. It was a true romance movie. I'm usually not a fan of romance movies. I think it's because Julia Roberts has monopolized them all coupled with the fact that she's a horrible actor. She makes a joke out of the movies that she acts it. She's too goofy. She doesn't have grace. That's next on my list of movies to buy for my unpremeditated hobby: collecting good movies. My favourite lines are:
Helen's mom: "Peace be still."
"You can't put no man before God. Don't you know that he's a jealous
God?"
"Forgive him. And then, forgive yourself."
Helen: "We both wanted to make love that night but he chose to give me something more--intimacy."
"Dear diary, this man is fine. How did he know I like to be held like this? [Am I holding you too tight?] Lord knows I wanted to say hell yes, back the hell up. Lord please get this man the hell away from me before I lose my mind."
If only it could happen like it does in the movies.
GW
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