Once again, Monday has come like a ton of bricks just when I was feeling like I could finally relax. What a pile of merde this weekend turned out to be! I was tired all day Saturday, went out with “the girls” on Saturday night and found myself stuffed into a tiny booth with 4 other people at a crowded restaurant, then we squeezed around a tiny table at the Funny Bone. Nice company, but uncomfortable surroundings.
Yesterday, I did laundry, struggled through a knitting design (lots of ripping and swearing), and did some reading. I didn’t even get out of my pyjamas! There just wasn’t enough weekend in my weekend. I was too tired through it all.
I watched a bit of the first Godfather film on television on Sunday. More and more, I realize it’s a modern-day Shakespearean tragedy. I wouldn’t say that of the book, actually, because the book reads a lot like “true crime” pulp, but the film is masterful in how it highlights the interpersonal relationships and how each person’s personality contributes to his/her downfall.
I also watched most of The Da Vinci Code film late last night (something to accompany the knitting that was finally working out). I found myself wondering whether we’d have had a film at all if the last scion had turned out to be a crabby menopausal drama queen who was an obese lesbian. All of which is to say that such speculation is obviously fiction if the object of the obsession can only be a skinny, smart woman who knows how to handle a gun. Frankly, I don’t care whether Jesus and Mary Magdalene were married or not. It doesn’t matter to me or my faith in the least. But I do strongly believe that everyone who made themselves upset over the book and/or the film deserved their angst. Sheesh! It’s fiction, people! It’s an heroic tale! It’s not real life!
This is real life: You’re middle class and struggling financially; you’re middle-aged and overweight in a world that worships the young and thin and brainless; you spend your weekend on no greater adventure than getting the laundry done. They can’t even make “reality TV” that real because no one would watch it.