I spent my entire weekend writing and studying. But I did enjoy Sunday. I always love Sundays. When my dad's home anyway. We always go to church together and it always seems to punctuate my week perfectly. It seems like I can feel anything I want to feel and no one can take it from me. Not on Sunday.
I'm not really sure if that's a fault or not.
(I prefer this allusion to a famous author's death instead of the ever-typical "stick my head in the oven," almost a cliche now amongst the "intellectually elite").
And another thing, I've been thinking about Virginia Woolf a lot lately. And how she didn't publish her first novel until she was 33. And how it took her all into her 20's to prepare it. And how she was on Hitler's "Hit List" for publishing an anti-Fascist manifesto. And how her death wasn't really illogical at all. She wasn't all that crazy. She was just taking preventative action against being physically and mentally enslaved. Death was her relief, just like her character Septimus Smith, in Mrs. Dalloway.
So, Sunday night, aka Monday morning I turned on my TV to find nothing other than, THE WONDER YEARS! When I was a kid, I always loved that show but my parents didn't like it so they'd always change the channel. It was a real treat when I actually got to watch it. So, there was an episode with Kevin's older sister, Karen, dating this vegetarian hippie guy. And he had long hair, John Lennon-esque glasses and all I could think was, "That kinda looks like John Corbett. Nah, couldn't be. It would be awesome if it were John Corbett though." Well, IT WAS. And I had a dream that night that hippie John Corbett from The Wonder Years and I were a thing. And it got me to thinking about just how attractive he was in Sex and the City. Long hair or short. He's just the archetypically perfect instance of the rugged American boy. He looks good in crisp white shirts and jeans. Even though I do believe Carrie and Big belong together, Aidan definitely does a little bit more for me.
It's kind of weird though, because he's older than my dad.
And to wrap up this little love fest, I think it appropriate to praise the book I've been devouring lately, The Hours. It's easily a new favorite. I watched the movie last night as well and loved it. Of course, it is sort of Virginia Woolf-centered so how could I not? There were just so many poignant scenes and lines. Laura Brown, the sullen housewife from 1951 (1949 in the book) tries to make a birthday cake for her husband and says to her son, "We're baking the cake to show him how much we love him." The boy responds, "Otherwise he won't know we love him?" After a pause Laura says, "That's right." Things like that just pull at your heart.
Outstanding performances by Julianne Moore, Meryl Streep (even though I dislike her), and of course, Nicole Kidman.
I can't wait for Friday. I need a weekend. One that actually involves going outside once in awhile.Till then...