comforter; superman; jobs

Three unrelated things.

Comforter

Last night at like 2 am Loopy got up to go take pills for her aching back. I worry about her but there's not much I can do, and she's doing what she can--physical therapy, exercise, getting a referral to a rehab specialist, and today she went to acupuncture for the first time (she has a needle phobia so we talked about them as pins, which actually I guess they are, since neither medicine nor a thread passes through them, so why would they be needles?)(o my brave girl, nonetheless!).

So anyway as she often does she got up to medicate her pains, and when she came back to bed I woke up enough to realize I was cold. "Comforter," I managed in my mostly-asleep state.

She patted the comforter, folded up at the foot of the bed. "Mmm," she said, as if to say, "Yup, it's right here, this is a comforter," and climbed into bed and passed out.

I was mildly annoyed but couldn't wake up enough to pull the comforter up myself. This morning when I woke up I remembered the whole thing and found it hilarious. All day I keep remembering it and laughing. "Yup, here it is, here's the comforter, right here at the foot of the bed. Snore." Sweet silly girl.

Superman

Tonight we saw "Superman." I was surprised because:

(1) the movie poster is all "fainting damsel in distress," like the "Batman Begins" poster, and the "Batman Begins" movie. I just thought I would throw up when I saw it, because I'm increasingly having the feeling that feminism is vanishing all around me--maybe it's my friend's daughter with her princess-obsession; maybe it's the fact that abortion is being outlawed left and right and nobody seems to give a shit. Anyway, actually, the movie wasn't like that. There's actually a scene where Lois Lane saves Superman! Wow!

(2) The reviews (and one random barista I talked to who gave me her opinion since that's what baristas and other random people do in Madison) all talked about it as "sweet and old-fashioned." But I didn't find it particularly old-fashioned at all. I think of "old-fashioned" as "unrealistically simplistic and uncomplicated." But actually it seemed to be about how love is complicated, in a very "divorced-and-blended-families" kind of way. Grown-up themes like: things don't turn out how you thought they would when you were younger, and yet happiness is still to be found; sometimes you find that someone else is raising your children and you have to make peace with that; sometimes you find that your lover still has feelings about a past love and you have to make peace with that; and basically it's all complicated.

I did get tired of the special effects though. Over and over, everything starts shaking, and there are lots of close-ups of things on tables jumping around and sliding off. It gets old.

jobs

So, somehow I'm really able to work now. Buckle down, get to it, etc. I'm much more able to prioritize and think clearly than I have been for years. It's wonderful. I'm not asking why--not looking a gift horse in the mouth right now--just trying to get shit done.

One of the thigns I"m doing is applying for jobs left and right. TOday I made my first follow-up call--for a job in Mt. Horeb, only 20 minutes from my house, and classes I'd like to teach too. They already hired someone. Too bad. But there are more--one in Waunakee, which isn't too far at all. THe scene is more optimistic than I had thought--there are more opportunities--but I have a couple strikes against me (like, districts would rather hire someone who already has their license, rather than take a chance on someone who will "hopefully" have it in August), so, we'll see.

If I end up subbing I am going to Iran in October (oh, Loopy, did I tell you that?) so either way I'm happy. No matter what, I'm determined to get that certification in August, though. Gotta get on with my life!

That's the news on my end..... what's new w you?