Dan took me to Scouts Valley this morning for a walk with Oliver. It was such a beautiful day, flowers were starting to pop out from between the leaves, the birch trees were pale white and silver perfection, it was warm and sunny, and I didn’t want that walk to end.
I felt badly because I had gotten upset with Dan yesterday evening. I’m having a hard time containing my irritability; I see myself being mean, or jumping to conclusions, or being overly sensitive, I see myself do it – It’s the stopping myself that I’m having a hard time with. Instead of appreciating all of the changes he is making for me, and the accommodations he is making, I’m getting snappy… and I feel bad. It’s a stressful time, and I am lucky Dan is as patient and understanding of me as he is.
This weekend we started our “Oscar’s Best Picture Marathon!” We started right at year one: 1927, with Wings with Clara Bow and Gary Cooper. It was hard to get into at first, not being used to silent films, but by the end I barely noticed that no one was talking! I appreciated the simplicity of it, and the story was touching. Dan wasn’t able to find the next year’s film, so we’ll be watching All Quiet On the Western Front next, which I’m pretty excited about.
I was shocked to find myself actually close to tears in a silent film.
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