With Peanut Butter – A “White” or a “Red?”

I'm too selfish with my time this week to cook for myself. I would make meals if Kyle were home but he won't be home for 4 more days. I ate horribly tonight; crackers, peanut butter, cheese, kiwis and something else I'm sure but I can't even remember now. On this crazy smorgasbord I dined with red wine by candlelight while I watched "A Farewell to Arms;" a wonderful film that wrung a few tears from me; or maybe I was just crying over my sad repast.
The film's 1920's hair and makeup styles are so old-time "vogue." They look artificial to me. That used to make it hard for me to relate to the female characters of that era; however a strong story line, artful direction and sensitive character portrayal transcend the dated style focus. The pin curl waves, pencil thin eyebrows and smouldering dark eyes were, instead, a reiteration of; and not detraction from the historical, romantic theme. I found myself susceptible to the romance of the story which might have appeared maudlin and melodramatic in the hands of less skilled artists – but such is Hemingway.

A somewhat lonely but nice evening; I cleaned up my front yard before "dinner." I raked old leaves, put away toys and swept the driveway. I filled the sink to wash dishes that are still waiting for me. After my movie I settled down at my computer to sample music on itunes. New artists get promoted and enjoy wide exposure by way of a clever marketing tool. From a popular service of itunes called "I like" the listener selects favourite popular musicians, then the application returns a selection of similar free music from generous but ambitious new musicians, anxious to gain a following. It's a brilliant way to load an MP3 player with fine new and free music and to give talented new musicians a shot at going viral.
I added at least a couple dozen tracks to my MP3 player and further promoted my newly-found favourites on my Facebook wall. I hope some of my friends listen to these tracks. I would like to think of myself as a "patron of the arts!"
There are only 23 minutes left to a tomorrow I am trying desperately to postpone! At 9:30 tomorrow morning I face my ex in court; the final resort to secure his signature on a passport application for our 11 year old (just today – March the 16^th) son, Kyle. A hundred "reasons" cannot mask the fact that his refusal is only about making my life difficult. This stupidity has consumed a staggering amount of resources – hours of time – mine, his, and the courts and reams of paperwork (I shudder to think of how many trees have been sacrificed to his spiteful cause!) I will go through the required motions (no pun intended) and obtain a final disposition; hopefully settling this matter once and for all.
I would prefer to follow up a day like that with an evening bath, a glass of wine and some quiet entertainment but tomorrow evening I compete in a public speaking contest. No passive motion movement there however! I will have to rev-up and be on my game. It shouldn't really be difficult though, because acute anxiety disorder has spurred me into determined rehearsal for the past month. I'm actually hopeful of advancing to the next tier of competition.
…and on that note – goodnight!