Yesterday we drove Kevin and Tracey back home, a two-hour trip. We took them out for lunch, bought them some groceries (parents are like that, you know), and drove home again. Tracey loaned us a stack of videos to watch during the rerun doldrums. Last night we watched "Two Much" with Antonio Banderas, Melanie Griffith, and Daryl Hannah. I enjoyed it though I don't think it was the best of movies. The plot was certainly trite, a man involved with one sister falls in love with the other sister so pretends to be his own twin in order to date both of them. Personally I have never found Antonio Banderas to be all that sexy or interesting. Now Daryl Hannah is another story all together. I think it would have been a much more interesting movie had the women been poly. They could have discovered his deception and worked out a triad. Ah well…
I also borrowed I Am Spock by Leonard Nimoy and have begun that. It is kind of fun to read about some of the ins and outs of behind the scenes Star Trek stuff. At one time I was so hooked on Leonard Nimoy as distinct from Spock that I watched a show on mangrove swamps, (I think) simply because he did the voice over. PBS played a one-man play, Vincent, that show cased Nimoy. I watched it twice because the first time PBS cut away from the last 5 minutes to go to some other show. I was extremely annoyed. I caught it another time and watched it all again so that I could see that last 5 minutes.
To me, the role actors play are quite distinct from the actors themselves. I don't think their private lives are any of my business and for the most part am not really interested in it except in a casual way, the kind of interest I might give to an old acquaintance that I no longer see. It is interesting to hear every once in a while who married who, had what children, etc. But the details of their lives are simply none of my business. So in a way I make an awkward fan.
Once a group of friends and I went to see the play, "Sherlock Holmes", that Leonard Nimoy was starring in. I loved it. Those kinds of Victorian (I think it was Victorian - I never remember that kind of thing) plays often have a romance as part of the story line. So I fully expected that Holmes would break down and kiss his lady in the end. But it didn't happen when I expected it. I had time to wait for it, then decide I was wrong and it wasn't going to happen at all, then be taken by surprise when indeed Homes did kiss the lady after all. I don't know how many other people in that theater had that experience but for me it was absolutely perfect timing. I would have liked to tell him that. But it never once occurred to me at the time to invade his privacy by trying to go back stage to see him. Later as we drove home, I saw a hand gesture out of the corner of my eye and recognized it. I turned and there was Leonard Nimoy in the passenger seat of the vehicle in the next lane. We sat at the stoplight together, as it were. I told the others in my car and we discussed getting his attention, rolling down the window to speak to him. But he looked tired to me (there were two performances that day.) I couldn't bring myself to put him in a position of having to be the actor again, on for his audience when he probably just wanted to go back to his hotel and rest. I sometimes regret the missed opportunity to speak with someone whose acting delighted me and provided me with much pleasure but I think it was the kinder thing not to.
Today I am simply tired and dispirited. This morning is the first time in days that I didn't have anything I had to do and I had hoped to get back into an exercise and meditation routine. Instead I just didn't feel like it. I am experiencing a let down after all the Bel-Summer build up. There are plenty of things I had hoped to get done this summer but now don't know which to start next. I feel depressed and find it so incongruous to finally look out at a beautiful sunny day, no gray clouds, no rain, yet feel so gray inside. Shortly I have to drive into town to work. I am doing data entry part-time, not something likely to perk up my mood.
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