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I did leave work early yesterday, about 2 pm, after continued engagement and triage, none of which addressed the Important things i needed to do, but were both Critical and Urgent. I do so try to learn give the urgent yet non-critical the minimal attention it deserves, but i am not so good at that. These tasks though were critical, so i engaged with intensity (trying not to resent the system that put such planning to the last minute so that response was urgent), and i was drained by early afternoon.
I spent some time with Christine talking about our states of being. ( mental health noodling )
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Meanwhile, Edward's had an overnight at the vet. Christine took him in to have a scabby rash examined, one near where he is slowly growing hair back from the ringworm experience. She returned home without Edward: fleas, the vet said, so he was going to get dipped. Later though, there was another call from the vet: actually, there was an abscessed cat bite back where the scabby rash was. He stayed overnight for care and drainage of the wound.
We almost made it to six months with no vet bills.
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We went to see Ridley Scott's Robin Hood last night, finally using some reward "free" tickets. I was taken by a trailer shot of Cate Blanchette putting on a helmet. The film was wonderfully rich and complicated, the story unexpected, the politics curious in the age of Tea Parties. Anti-spoiler: there's no scene of Cate putting on the helmet. I await the director's cut because the absence of that scene points to a WHOLE BLOODY STORY LINE BEING CUT. On the other hand, i was surprised by how late it was when we left the theater, so perhaps the director's cut will be a little too long for one sitting. I am tempted to sum up the film as "Summersby 1215" and, despite some juggling with the time line, i think this telling grounds the movie in history more compellingly than the usual telling of Robin Hood as a Christian morality tale of care for the poor in the face of abusive power while waiting for the Savior to arrive.
I spent some time with Christine talking about our states of being. ( mental health noodling )
--==∞==--
Meanwhile, Edward's had an overnight at the vet. Christine took him in to have a scabby rash examined, one near where he is slowly growing hair back from the ringworm experience. She returned home without Edward: fleas, the vet said, so he was going to get dipped. Later though, there was another call from the vet: actually, there was an abscessed cat bite back where the scabby rash was. He stayed overnight for care and drainage of the wound.
We almost made it to six months with no vet bills.
--==∞==--
We went to see Ridley Scott's Robin Hood last night, finally using some reward "free" tickets. I was taken by a trailer shot of Cate Blanchette putting on a helmet. The film was wonderfully rich and complicated, the story unexpected, the politics curious in the age of Tea Parties. Anti-spoiler: there's no scene of Cate putting on the helmet. I await the director's cut because the absence of that scene points to a WHOLE BLOODY STORY LINE BEING CUT. On the other hand, i was surprised by how late it was when we left the theater, so perhaps the director's cut will be a little too long for one sitting. I am tempted to sum up the film as "Summersby 1215" and, despite some juggling with the time line, i think this telling grounds the movie in history more compellingly than the usual telling of Robin Hood as a Christian morality tale of care for the poor in the face of abusive power while waiting for the Savior to arrive.
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