Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Pearls Before Swine?

This week has found me at the cinema twice, with a third outing planned tomorrow. Sunday, I and two friends saw The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, a British film featuring Judi Dench, Maggie Smith and Bill Nighy. It was a lovely gem of a film and one which left me wanting to read the book from whence it was adapted. The book, I believe, is entitled These Foolish Things. It isn't likely to be in our libraries, so I may be visiting Amazon this week.

Monday was overcast and steamy and my neighbour, bored and loathing the heat, suggested a trip to one of several area malls, all of which are air conditioned and provide ample opportunity for people watching. I went for his company since I intensely dislike shopping unless I am in need of something specific. Because I rarely "need" anything and did not grow up as so many Americans have, visiting stores for recreation, I thought we'd be in and out fairly quickly. My neighbour, however, loves to look, and I soon found myself in a jeweler's establishment staring at all things expensively "bling".

While my neighbour was studying rings, I asked the smartly dressed young woman working behind the counter if she had any pearl earrings. This led to a stunning set ringed with small diamonds which would have blown a hole in my wallet the size of the national debt. Not wanting to appear shocked, I thanked her but said I was looking for something a bit more everyday. Pausing only slightly, she trotted out a lovely pair of perfectly formed saltwater pearls and offered to place them in my ears. I should have said no, but did not, and once in, resistance was futile. I wore them for the rest of the afternoon. They were a bargain and came with a lifetime warranty as well as a promise to bring them in twice annually for cleaning at no charge. I felt like a queen rolling out of that store. I rationalised the purchase as an early birthday present. Normally, by now, I'd have returned such an impulse buy, but the smile across my face when I looked in the mirror was worth every penny and then some.

Still smiling, I eventually landed in a theatre awaiting Men in Black 3. Chosen by my neighbour, the film epitomises Hollywood's problem: over-reliance on sequels. It was not as funny as its predecessors and was something I would not have selected, but getting beyond my comfort zone cinematically, I will admit that it was decent, though it doesn't hold a candle to the Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, in my opinion.

Tomorrow, the same neighbour and I will drive forty-five minutes to the lone theatre showing the comedy Salmon Fishing in the Yemen. I hope it is worth the petrol and time. If any of you have seen this, let me know. I enjoy Emily Blunt and have been a Kristin Scott Thomas fan for as long as she's been working.

The things we do to escape the heat...

Until Next Time...

Sunday, May 20, 2012

An Odd Weekend...

The first heat of what promises to be an exceptionally hot and humid summer has started here. I no longer enjoy cool breezes or verdant patches of shade as it is simply too hot. Even the heartiest souls are now seeking refuge in malls or other air conditioned venues...

I spent Thursday morning at a local theatre watching a rather lacklustre Hollywood film based on the popular book, What to Expect When You're Expecting. My neighbour chose the film and found it entertaining. Though it has a few funny moments, I'm still not sure it was worth the reduced price of a matinee.

He then drove us to the Ikea store, which I had never visited. We dutifully toured some of Ikea's model apartments of varying sizes before having lunch and heading home. Ikea seems to have a knack for well-designed small spaces. Had they been in my city twelve years ago, I might have utilised their products and services for my flat.

I have had to review my Will and have it re-done, along with associated documents. There is something both daunting and liberating about the experience, along with the sadness of realising that my friend Steve, who blogs at Shadows and Light, once the perfect choice to take my pets, can no longer do so. If things work out, they will go to an animal charity. For the present, however, they passed their vet visit last week and will hopefully live out their lives happily here.

I was to have met today with the person designated to handle my affairs in the event that I cannot. Unfortunately, he is dealing with several pressing issues, and has asked that we postpone matters until he is on summer break, something I am only too happy to do.  The remainder of the day was spent at a dog park with the Pomeranian from next door, getting ice cream and looking at a model home that neither the neighbours nor I can afford. For two who are soon to leave, I cannot understand their fascination with looking at homes...

All in all, a rather odd weekend for me as I normally spend time with friends or at temple or engaged in tasks that require more of my mind.

Speaking of minds, what is on yours?

Until Next Time...

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother's Day

My neighbour gave me a wonderful card which says that I've been like a second mother to him. He and his partner took me out for an early breakfast as well and then the three of us took their dog to a county park within driving distance of our flats.

I think the dog was amazed by all the green space as well as the people, dogs and horse she encountered. She didn't do much other than look around. I had a hard time on the gravel surface and grass, much of which was uneven and rutted, but it was still nice to be outside. We did not get the rain predicted for today, so the slightly overcast skies and constant breeze were a pleasant change.

Just a bit ago,   someone gave my almost-like-a-son some Godiva-white-chocolate-dipped strawberries which he shared with me--a sweet treat on a sweet day. I hope all of the Mothers in blogland had a wonderful day, too.

Until Next Time...                                                          

Monday, May 7, 2012

Frustration

To say that I'm at all pleased with the way I look sans clothing after working out since January would be a  lie. My trainer insists that losing the layer around my midsection is all about nutrition and I do watch what I eat, even measuring portions and beginning yet another food diary. Thus far, none of these things has made much of a difference and I am beyond frustrated at this point.

I've never been a particularly vain woman with regard to weight or appearance and still garner a fair number of compliments from men and women alike. My trainer is happy with my efforts because I am very strong and have steadily increased both the number of machines and the weights and reps with which I work.

I have no desire to be stick-thin, but I refuse to join the increasing numbers of people on this planet for whom obesity and associated health problems become a fact of life. I want to be as healthy as I can be but it feels like I am at an impasse and nothing is changing...

I am not a woman who sets goals and fails to meet them...

Until Next Time...