Donna took me to dinner one night, a pizza, and its been seldom since July that we've had one, and a movie the next.
But how did it end? She needed to go to the bathroom and by the time we got back to our seats, the credits had finished. The movie was exceptional and she actually said it was her favorite that we've seen at that theater. The light play from the begining of the film was nice; geometric shapes accentuated by contrast ratios. I eventually said to Donna there was too much soft-focus in the film, but I generally find that there is in many films. His shot structure varied so that he cut from shot to shot for an entire scene before using a tracking shot, his finally using a reverse angle cut in the middle of the film and then only using a combined dolly, a tracking shot during which he stops to zoom in, later after that.
But the story line to the film is established by cutting back and forth between the present and numerous flashback scenes, which becomes interesting when the two female characters are contrasted in the present.
I returned to the gym for the first time since June to lift. Of course I didn't finish the regular lift and didn't try to lift the same amount of weight as in May. Earlier blog entries have me weighing 135 and lifting 200 on most machines. Today I benched, curled and pulled down with abdomen and torso. After that Donna brought home caviar (whitefish) and I tried it on a toasted crumpet.
These three videos are the same films that I bought when I was in Jr High between 1972 and 1975. I would splice three plastic 150 reels together on to a 300ft metal reel and put that in a metal can.
Last night I thinking of going to the gym and resuming some type of lifting program, when Donna changed our plans for lunch today. In bed I just said, "It caught up with me.", meaning the entire scene. The night before I asked her about making love and when she explained how she felt I said, then that was my best to date. Whether it was or not I had added some lengthy foreplay that may have been more than sensitive enough to make it conducive later to a deeper intimacy. Today I called and said, "I don't know what to say." She may have been uptight about her schedule and I just added, "You can call me anytime. Then I'm disappointed that you didn't call me right after work."
If I did happen to see my ex-wife walking in the cold while I was riding the bus, I'm going to try everything to keep that from Donna, even if it amounts in some double standard about men and their emotions. My memory of the ex-wife only comes back in spurts and last night they were slightly heavier and Donna has no idea what might inadvertantly on her part might all of a sudden jog my memory (peanuts-elephants? could be anything really), but being reticient , if not taciturn, is the only need. It looked like I rode by her on a bus while she was walking in Donna's direction, so Hari Krisna, Nami ho rengay kyo: God Love You and Blessed Be- i don't need your life story just beacause we're are no longer married.
I'm picking up Donna after an appointment; I went to Harvard Square to buy Norwegian Shag. I asked someone from the University why we play Holy Cross if we are Ivy League, but told him that I could easily just get a ticket to a game and enjoy it without a question if I just show up. I then went to one her favorite coffee shops, and when I asked for credit, telling the store person that I was waiting for my girlfriend and plans had left me down here without money, he offered to add a bagle and cheese. I owe him the later patronage, if not for a coffee and bagel. I was honestly short. If your my reader, it could be any coffee shop near Holyoke Gate and The Porcelain Club, it just happens to be one that Donna and I go to.
ps. Embed my video if you'd like, I sincerely need to accelerate my study and or enjoyment of literature. What you read during a love affair is a significance: I'm presently in the middle of The Moon and Sixpence.
