After such a lazy, sleepy day, awakened at 2:30 AM stiff as a board and moved to the recliner. Idly checked the viewing guide and I saw that Starz was showing a “Black Sails” marathon. It’s never been the right time it seems for me to watch it before, but this morning, I turned it on. Okay, I am hooked. I watched at least three episodes, and decided to program taping the rest of them so I could shower at 6 AM and then run errands. Well, errands are run, can’t believe I was back at Joe W’s this morning; going to make turkey sandwiches on King’s Hawaiian sweet hamburger buns with a horseradish dressing. I told Geri in the Cheese Department I will never go on a diet as long as I keep walking through her section. Despite all the poultry this week, I’m going to make a savory chicken soup; that seems to be all I want.
Stopped at the library and picked up three Jane Austens: I’ve been meaning to read my way through her books for a while now; yesterday I watched a movie I had taped called, “The Jane Austen Book Club,” and I enjoyed it, chick flick that it was, with Emily Blount playing a character I could not stand who was supposed to be pitiful and vulnerable thus explaining her personality, but hey, FUHGETTABOUTIT. I liked Kathy Baker’s character a lot, and Jocelyn a lot, and Amy Brenneman’s character a whole lot but I couldn’t stand her lesbian daughter and not because she was a lesbian. Mom and I used to watch, “Judging Amy” together almost every week with AB and Tyne Daily as her mother and once she told me I wasn’t really skinny but she thought I was built like Amy Brenneman. I had never really noticed, but I did yesterday and although I can’t see it at all because I always feel fat, I guess it wouldn’t be a bad thing to be.
A funny feeling of Deja Vu I can’t identify, but it was while I was watching Black Sails this morning, there was a shot of an after slaughter scene, with bodies scattered in the 18th century attired, smoke swirling, a palm tree on either side of a white arched building, and it was like I had been in something similar before, had seen it, lived it, somewhere in Louisiana. Strange. Meggie will be happy I have finally watched this show which has been developed as a prequel to, “Treasure Island.”
On the subject of Jane Austen, remembering Gwyenneth Paltrow played, “Emma,” and she has recently reported she was one of Harvey Weinstein’s sexual predatory victims, I really have to make this observation. And it’s not giving Weinstein, the pig, a pass, nor Al Franken, the other pig, nor Bill Clinton, super pig, or any man, and that goes for the Almighty Pig physician who victimized me years ago, but knowing what Weinstein did and how he was, how could Paltrow then be in a movie produced by Weinstein, “Shakespearre in Love,” wherein she had nude and sex scenes onscreen that he would certainly see? And, I’m remembering when she was attending all the openings of this movie, there was one in the dead of February and she wore this one layer of chiffon dress with sandals that was so transparent she just as soon as walked out in the nude. I couldn’t believe that dress, and when I think of her outrage now about Weinstein–wow. I do remember her acceptance speech at the Oscars when she cried out, “Grandpa!” or something and I said, gee I wonder what Grandpa thought about that dress? Hollywood–a world apart.