Acting! Genius!

I went to the movies last night to see Eighth Grade.  It was really good.  It was really sweet and understated.   It is essentially a series of vignettes of Kayla Day's last week in Eighth Grade.  Her father is raising her - her mother left, apparently early in Kayla's life.

I won't go into great spoilery detail, except that I thought it was sweet and honest and loving.  The father/daughter dynamic was spot-on.

Of course, I bawled at one of the critical scenes between them.  It was perfection.

I also laugh, grimaced and cringed.  I strongly recommend it.

One of my readers, CW (whose blog you both can and should read here), noted the theme of loneliness in my posts recently.  I had kind of been thinking the same thing.   It's nothing to worry about.  I occasionally get into these pensive little funks, then I pop back out of them and stick the landing.  

Back-to-School time is something of a trigger.  It always brings up that whole spectrum of "what-ifs".  What if I had been a better student?  Or had more friends?  Or been more outgoing, ambitious, athletic, popular, promiscuous, focused, organized, private, warm, aloof, balanced, healthy...

What if I had studied a different major?  What if I had scheduled my classes just a little differently.  What if I had never met half the people I know?  Or met other people instead?

This is the kind of shit that will drive you loco in the cabeza.  I do not recommend having these thoughts.

But you know, social media has all these kids (ages pre-school through college) getting their annual fresh new start.  Their blank slate.  And maybe some of them will make this the year. 

For old people like me, the new year starts in the middle of winter, when it is cold, and bleak and you're unmotivated to do much other than stake out a spot on the couch and catch up on Netflix.

So, I was feeling a little blue.  I am no longer blue.  I am a nice plummy shade of purple.

Speaking of plums and purple... fruit, fruit, fruit - tis the season for eatin'.  I bought some Apriums the other day at Trader Joe's.  Apriums, Pluots and Plumcots and Apriplums...

Basically they're plum/apricot hybrids.  If it starts with P, it's more plum, if it starts with A, more apricot.   Regardless, they are freaking tasty,  I have been thoroughly enjoying.

Yum, Yum, Aprium!

I also bought some champagne grapes, which I am learning are more trouble than they are worth.  Cute, though.  Sweet.  Just... twee.   I really need to get my fill before it's all gone for the year.  There just isn't enough time to get all the melons, corn, tomatoes, okra and stone fruits to satisfy until summer comes again.  And to be clear, I could give a rat's ass about pumpkin spice anything.  Apples, sure.  Love 'em.  But pumpkins are for decor.  They aren't much as a foodstuff.  As for Thanksgiving pie?  Make mine pecan.  Always.

Piper is ready for a weekend.  I can tell - she's wild and wants to be outside as much as possible.  It's been temperate the last few days, so that's made it more bearable.   I don't blame her, either.  I'm ready for a weekend myself.  Getting a haircut, but otherwise no big plans.

Except housekeeping.  The benefit of having a sweet little dog is occasionally outweighed by the amount of hair she sheds.  Bless her fuzzy little heart.  I have a few modest, reasonable goals I want to his this weekend, in re: maintenance.  I think I can do it.  

We found out they're moving us across the floor to a different space in the next few weeks.  I am trying to cull through all my paperwork and get rid of unneccesary flotsam and jetsam.  Given my hoardery, pack-ratty ways, it's probably folly.  FOLLY!

But here we are, and as my late grandmother would say, "Let's let that be it."