Today is my last day at what was once my home. I already moved one load of belongings on Monday. Much stays behind till I can find a place to put it or simply dispose of it.
Last necessities will go into my Lincoln and soon I will be off to my part-time job. I will be returning on a regular basis to watch children, which in some ways will be even more painful.
Timing couldn't be much worse with bitterly cold temperatures and some car repair issues (yes yes serves me right for driving thirty to forty year old cars).
It is a struggle to keep a positive outlook and I am afraid I will loose it. Nevertheless and inevitable step and will hopefully lead to bigger and better things.
Perhaps dear constant readers you may need an antidote to the recent forced jollity of Xmas and New Years
Then welcome, I have been in a gothic frame of mind the last few weeks, perhaps it was the bump on the head at work that ended with me in emergency.I seem to have avoided a concussion but had to spend the next day in bed and was told that texting, computers, TV or books were verboten. The headaches have abated now all that is left is the voices telling me….Redrum. Redrum. REDRUM!…never mind
Not wanting to spend the time in meditation or seeking inner peace I decided to download some old radio serials to my phone. After escaping to late forties noir LA with Philip Marlow I started an audio version of Stephen King’s latest Dr. Sleep, a sequel of sorts to his earlier work the Shinning.Not done yet as it is about thirteen hours long but highly recommended so far.
On Friday I had my bangs trimmed, stylist quickly curled my laser straight hair, a quick selfie in the Seville to capture for posterity. Seville has been acting up....strange noises and ISC (idle speed control motor) sticking due to age or Siberian like weather we are having.
I love horror movies but I am not a fan of the slasher kind, an exception is American Mary by the Soska sisters. The film avoids easy classification, it is more than typicalslice and dice drive-in fare. Rape revenge fantasy, body modification primer? One of my favorite horror writers Kim Newman (Anno Dracula) agrees.
In a nutshell financially stressed medical student Mary finds her calling I the field of body modification surgery. Things don’t end well.
I will leave the film’s artistic merits up to you but I have to say her look and costume choices were to die for. Actress Katharine Isabelle wears a Bettie page fringe and is invariably in heels and some very racy outfits even when operating.
Hope you decide to check it out yourself, but maybe postpone until after SRS
Dear constant reader, even the coldest heart can thaw a little at Christmas time
It has been a frantic week in the retail sector with customers becoming ever more "grichier" as the last shopping days slowly evaporated in a blizzard of sales and two for one offers.
I had today off to catch up on my own Christmas shopping as I had been working some nights to eleven pm. But back on the front lines of consumerism on boxing day...yikes!
I may not be feeling an excess of jollity but I hope you all have a great Christmas and by next season you all have found (if not already) your own Johnny or Sylvie.
Of course that is Johnny Hallyday and Sylvie Vartan. From the swinging Christmas video I would say the year is 1964 as that was the year Johnny entered the national service, he and Sylvie were married on April 12th 1965.
For my sins I am temporally (I hope) in a work environment that features near continuous Christmas music of the saccharine kind.
For the most part I can block it out but it does tend to leave me with a rather bah humbug take on the holiday season. Scrooge's line jumps readily to mind:
"every idiot who goes about with 'Merry Christmas' on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart".
Occasionally a cool yule tune by the Beach Boys or Elvis slips past whatever guardian of mediocrity programs the muzak. Now if this version of the King's Santa Claus Is Back In Town (dig the line about Santa arriving in a big black Cadillac) by The Creepshow ever gets played I will gladly get up on the counter and do the watusi.
A day or two of mild weather, so I reverted to my fifties bad girl JD look, fitted leather jacket, leopard print T and not quite visible Betsey Johnson skull earrings and necklace. I think I looked good swinging my high heeled black boots out of the lowered Lincoln Mark IV. http://www.betseyjohnson.com
Yes it has occurred to me that I sometimes cling to the rockabilly look as a crutch, leather armor that makes me feel like a tough girl when really I am feeling terribly vulnerable.
Trying my best Les-Lee impression
Les-Lee was a Canadian who performed at the Le Carrousel and a contemporary of the Coccinelle, April Ashley and Bambi. I believe Miss lee was also famous for this difficult to pull off open mouthed pose. http://zagria.blogspot.ca/2013/04/les-lee-1929-2010-performer.html
