One Day at a Time . . .

Self finds it comforting that Obama is on the TV so often. He seems to make a public address almost every day! Every time he appears, no matter how tired hubby is, he drops everything to listen. Self has never, ever seen her husband respond this way to any President, Philippine or American.

When self was with Dearest Mum in San Luis Obispo last November, this is what happened in the breakfast room of their hotel when Obama came on the TV: All the people who were having breakfast put down their papers, lifted their heads, and stared fixedly at the TV. And these were people of all ages, from teen-agers to senior citizens. The room went completely silent. And self could see, behind the intent gazes, the hopes and wishes of all the millions of people who voted for this man.

Earlier today, self was watching CNN (she isn’t teaching at all this year, she thinks she might have mentioned that in an earlier post), and a young man from Denver appeared to give his assessment of Obama’s performance since assuming office. The young man gave Obama a C for some things, and an A (surprisingly) for his decisions on Iraq. Obama’s over-all grade was a B-.

Aside from watching CNN, self decided to watch the Netflix movie she had ordered before leaving from New York: “Away From Her.” Self had decided she needed to watch this movie because, aside from the fact that she was curious about Julie Christie’s performance, at the recent AWP conference she learned (from a panel with Xu Xi) that the movie was based on a short story by Alice Munro, “The Bear Came Over the Mountain.”

After all the hectic activity of AWP Chicago and last weekend in New York, not to mention self’s almost despairing attempts of the last few weeks to jump-start a novel, self’s batteries were in need of serious re-charging. So she settled on the couch, in between the two beagles, with a huge bowl of popcorn balanced on her lap.

OK, movie began very austerely (good). Self was amazed at how beautiful Julie Christie still was. Her husband was played by Gordon Pinsent, an actor self doesn’t recall seeing from other movies, but he was suitably graven-faced. At the scene where the gorgeous Julie is entertaining some friends and stops to pour wine but looks down at her hand in complete puzzlement and doesn’t know what to call the thing she is holding, self’s heart almost stopped. It was such a riveting moment. And the scenes just kept getting better and better from there.

The ending of the movie left self hanging, she really wanted to know: Is Julie cured, or what? What about the “other man” who’s waiting in a wheelchair just behind the door, while Julie and her husband embrace?

Now self will have to go read the short story!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.


4 responses to “One Day at a Time . . .”

  1. I love Alice Munro! You’ll definitely enjoy the short story as much, if not more than the movie. The collection it comes from is pretty good: “Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage”.

    Hi Self, hope you’re having a good day : )


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