Finished watching
WandaVision - which I enjoyed. And the lauded and critically acclaimed, highly rec'd Netflix flick
I Care a Lot - which I did not.
I'll post about both in a separate post.
Not a lot going on today. I dozed off again during the Zoom Church Service - which, well I have no idea what it was about because I fell asleep during. They really need to stop doing the meditation bit - I always go to sleep during the meditation bit. Also I had almond flour banana pancakes which is guaranteed to put me to sleep. I don't know why - it just does.
The Kensington-Windsor Terrace Mutual Aid Community Fund (aka KWTM) - has set up a food refrigerator in the neighborhood - for neighbors in need. They can come and get food from the fridge as needed without having to tell anyone. This takes away the shame many feel in regards to asking for help. The neighbors and the KWTM put food in the fridge and get help from NYC Food bank to keep it filled.
Wish I could help - but I don't have a car, and its not close by. But I may go by it to and from the store and put something in if empty. Or maybe leave cloth grocery bags near it - for people to tote stuff away, if needed.
Things like this give me hope that not all humans have given in to their baser impulses.
I've finished Barack Obama's memoir "The Promised Land" about his run for Senate, President and his first four years in the White House. I read the audio book - which was great, because Barack read his own memoir, and he's excellent. I highly recommend the audio version. Now I'm listening Michelle Obama's Becoming - and surprisingly enough? I like it better - she's a better writer than he is. She used the word fastidious and I've found myself using it a lot lately as a result. It's the perfect word.
Besides building empathy, reading also build vocabulary and writing skills.
Audio books work fine for both. I've changed my mind about them.
Spoke to mother, today. We had a brief discussion about writing and books. I told her how the publishers turned down the book that I independently published. She didn't understand that at all. It was different, didn't fit the mold. The problem with the traditional publishing field is - that they want books they know are sure thing, they don't like risks.
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I took my trash out. And while I was attempting to lug two big broken down boxes out. I found two packages outside my door. One was the milk delivery, which I'd forgotten about and wished I'd cancelled. (I get almond/coconut creamer milk jugs delivered via Amazon each month.) And the other was a brown paper bag stapled at the top with no note on it. I opened it and it had a food delivery inside that I'd not ordered - nor did I want it - nor could I eat it. It looked like burritos and turned my stomach. I put it back in the bag and took the bag back downstairs and left it in the mail room.
Still no binoculars, but I'm giving them until 10PM on Monday. If they don't arrive - I'm contacting them again.
Anyhow the deliveries this week have been odd.
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I haven't made the French Silk Pie or Quiche, mother talked me out of it. I have a doctor's appointment on Wed with blood work. That would kick up my sugar and cholesterol counts.
Also the French Silk is frigging hard to make. So maybe not. On the fence.
The pandemic drags onwards. And I find television and movies jarring. I know how they are pulling it off - because I read about it. It's costing them between $250,000 to over $1 Million to do it. They basically put people in bubbles, and cordon off areas.
A lot of actors are just doing voice work though. If you go on IMBD, you realize how much work actors, directors, writers do that you never see. I knew about this ages ago - because I've had friends who worked in the industry, along with family - and they told me why I never saw anything they were in - even though they did the work. It's all about the distributor.
The film industry has the same issues as the publishing industry - whether you are popular or seen, has a lot to do with whether you got a really good marketing launch, and who decides to promote your work. And it has very little to do with whether it is any good.
Depressing. But there it is.
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I feel I shouldn't end this post there...but my mind is blank and there's not much else to add. It's Sunday. Tomorrow I can sleep in, take long walks, and write my story...without dealing with work. I'm happy about that.