But most importantly, August is the month of my darling daughter’s birthday. She turned 27 and, in spite of the drama surrounding our lives, we all managed to pull it together, to spend time in celebration over cake and pizza. (We also learned that the Sweet n Low cake and frosting mixes were blech but that the Publix sugar free cake is delicious!)
Things are never too bad when you can share a celebration with others. (We were in the hospital on her actual birthday but had already planned to celebrate it on the weekend when she didn't have to work. Still, Rob and I were going to surprise her by showing up at her job with some cake and maybe a balloon or something equally embarrassing. The best laid plans . . . ) August has been an exhausting month. I can’t say that I am terribly surprised. The way things have been going, I’d have been surprised if it had been anything but what it was. And let's just assume September is going to be more of the same. Books Read The Marvelous Arithmetics of Distance by Audre Lorde Erasure by Percival Everett There, Their, They’re by Annette Lyon An Hour to Live, An Hour to Love by Richard Carlson and Kristine Carlson
I actually read more books last month but the chaos of the month made it hard for me to put my thoughts about what I read into words. Anyway, there are more reviews coming. Soon. I promise. In spite of this, it is truly a tough call but I have to say that I loved Erasure and I believe that will have to be the official "favorite" for the month. Movies Watched The Fantastic Four—Was this one of those mindless summer blockbuster wannabes? It was cute but not much more. Not a blockbuster in my mind. Stardust—Speaking of cute, and slightly quirky, this one wasn’t as bad as it could have been. I didn’t read the book first. That probably helped. A lot. Strike Up the Band—A Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney vehicle that was frankly dreadful except for one song. Grudge 2—I thought the first movie was at least interesting but this didn’t have the same intensity. Godfather—I’ve avoided this movie for decades for personal reasons that kept me from wanting to see any of the movies. I enjoyed it, in spite of myself. Godfather 2—This one stirred up some scary things for me. Still, I can appreciate why this movie is considered the best of the trilogy. Superbad—Cute goofy movie. Along the whole Animal House oeuvre. Masculine hormones + frat boy stupidity = nonsense. I laughed. 'Nuff said. The Devil Wears Prada—Better than I had thought it would be. It helps that I love Meryl Streep and like Anne Hathaway. Movies I Started to Watch but Stopped Kingdom of Heaven because it was dull. Rambo because it was too graphically violent. Just Friends although I like Ryan Reynolds I found this movie vapid.