I’ve decided that since Facebook isn’t actually showing my posts anymore – one has to click at least twice to dig down through the menus — I’m going to make my pithy remarks here. After all, you guys are the only ones actually reading this blog and I love you for it.
Life in general is wonderful, and I’m not sure that’s entirely due to the anti-anxiety herbs my chiro is giving me for my freeway claustrophobia. Every day away from the June day on which I freed myself from anger and frustration is another day of happiness. Sometimes I wish I were more regretful about leaving teaching, but then I have to slap myself into a reality check.
One of the things that is wonderful but also scary is that I’m dreaming again. For some reason, my Darth Vader CPAP mask keeps me from remembering my dreams. I just wake up refreshed with deep indents on my face where the straps were, and that’s a small price to pay for a good night’s sleep. The experts say that remembering dreams is a sign of good sleep, but I know I sleep very soundly with the CPAP.
Now I’m trying out the dental appliance, and I can remember my dreams. The first night I wore the appliance, I had a nightmare and woke up screaming that someone was breaking into the house. I will assume that was claustrophobia-driven, since I had this alien thing in my mouth. Recently, I’ve had dreams about wedding showers and being in a movie, which is not surprising since I’ve got my son’s wedding coming up and have been trying to see the Academy Award nominated movies. Growing up, I had a recurring nightmare about being followed that I recently had again. I’m not sure that I like having these dreams — I’ve gotten used to not having them. It will be interesting when I have the sleep study in March with the appliance and find out how many sleep disturbances I actually have.
I hope that you are also following the trajectory of Got My Reservations. I’ve been trying out new ideas to see what people really want to read. It’s fun and makes my brain work, which is good for me at my advanced age. 🙂
I’ve been reading up a storm during these first days of retirement.
In fact, I’ve gotten so many books from the library that I sometimes have to take them back and get in the queue again, with Bring Up the Bodies being a good example of this. Thank goodness a blogger announced that Bodies won the Booker Prize, because I rushed to get a copy from the library before the storm began. I’ve also “thought about” reading some classics, and I really do want to read Anna Karenina before the movie comes out. I never actually picked that one up when I got to the top of the library list. 🙂
Geoff Whaley, one of my blogging friends, talked about reading the classics, and this quote from his post really hit home with me.
I find it awesome that I’m reading books and authors who have inspired countless other authors, musicians and artists to create even more literature and art. The number of books I’ve read which have allusions to or direct references to older classics is staggering and the more I read the classics the more often I find these allusions and references or question whether an author/artist did do this.
Last night on Facebook after the debates, another friend quoted the line from The American President, where Michael Douglas tells Richard Dreyfus, “I AM the president”, which is one of the best movie lines of all time. I worry about the future of classic books and movies — will people “get” literature and film fully without understanding the allusions? I saw this in my classroom; many times I would quote a line from a movie or a book and the kids would look at me with blank stares. They had no idea what I (or the author we were studying) was referring to. It made me feel old, but it also made me sad for them. Do you remember this scene?
Am I the only one who cares about this?