Announcement

I have terrible news to share with you this evening. It's hard to find the right words so I will just come right out and say it - Bob is Dead! Kapput! Deceased! Over! There. I have said it.

Perhaps there are snowmen that live forever - in Antarctica or by some hidden bay in northern Greenland - some place where ice and snow is everlasting - but here on the edge of western Europe in our changeable maritime climate, snowmen never last for long and that's the truth of the matter

One day they stand tall and proud with their eyes of coal or 2p pieces or small potatoes and four days later they are just slushy piles of the white stuff with their bits and pieces grounded on green lawns. That's how it was for Bob. He came into our lives last Friday morning and this Tuesday evening, as I look out into our night garden, all I can see is half  a bucketful of snow under the rotary clothes dryer. By the morning there'll be nothing left. Inevitably, Bob will just be a memory. That's all.

The last picture of Bob

Bob

I  took on the job
Of building Bob
Where the clothes dryer usually stands
I  rolled a big snowball down the slope
With gardening gloves on my hands.

Another ball for his thorax

And another for his big head.

For his arms, I sourced two twiggy sticks

From the pile round the back of the shed.

Phoebe brought me a carrot nose

And potatoes, not coal for his eyes

Then Shirley gave me a hat and a scarf

So Bob would appear in disguise.

He stood out there a  too short while

For by Tuesday night he'd departed

Gone to where all snowmen go -

The land of the broken-hearted...

It's what becomes of them Jimmy.

The good old days - last Friday afternoon

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The PT thought

 PT lessons

You will face your fear

You will be too tired to think

You will discover muscles you never use

All of these are great, but the second is the most important. I don’t have energy to wallow. I complain about PT, but it lifts my soul.  I realize I am capable, and that is what I need daily reminders of. I need to be reminded to love the body I have. I have two arms and legs. And that is a blessing. I needed PT to remind me of God’s goodness. Who knew when I hurt my ankle weeks ago, it would be a gift. When you think God is through teaching or using you, He makes Himself known. Love you all

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Questions

 Last thing you made?

Last book you read?

Last vacation you took?

Last snack you ate?

Last thing you bought?

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Tár

 

From the get go Tár wrong foots you by having the majority of the credits in a long opening reel. The rest of film follows suit , by setting the scene by having the leading “Maestro” conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic, Lydia Tár ( Cate Blanchett) in a verbose, over long winded and verbose  tvtype interview  about the ins and outs of being a conductor. 

Tár is passionate, obsessive, compulsive and full of her own self belief. She is an autocrat and a smiling bully who lives her life between  wife and daughter in a concrete minimalist house and her old less ordered apartment where it is hinted she shares a double life.

She is also an insomniac, neurotic pill taker and potential predator lesbian , with multiple skeletons in her closet where junior conductors and orchestra members are concerned. 

This is where the film becomes suddenly interesting 

For as her past comes in to haunt her, she is plagued by paranoia, creepy encounters and visits to her child home.

It’s all becomes rather surreal and cleverly Blanchett keeps you watching, even though her character is intense, fascinating and totally unlikable .

An interesting, rather bleak movie 

Ps I will leave you with lovely reply by Jamie Lee Curtis to a well intentioned Oscar question 

Pps.

I must say a big thank you for your comments about Albert.

I’ve been incredibly moved by so many comments about a bad tempered , old Tom , who won’t even sit on my knee for a cuddle.

He has moved so many by being himself for fifteen years here on Going Gently

But let’s not be under any illusions here…he’s an old boy 

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