I am partial to both books and movies as forms of entertainment and learning. When both versions of the same title are available- even better.
I just recently read Joyce Maynard's Labor Day, even before I watched the movie. Previously, I had read her To Die For, and then watched the movie and was pleased. I often wonder about interpretations and found no fault with this one. Ditto, with Labor Day.
I can't deny that there is a certain amount of stomach clenching not knowing what will happen, and I would never provide a spoiler to anyone interested in experiencing either the book or the movie, or, as I would recommend, both. Suffice it to say that in spite of events going not precisely as planned, the Labor Day experience is very heavily about Love, Loneliness, and Redemption, and to some extent, about Pie.
It's very fitting that Maynard would have created such a coming of age story. Set in new Hampshire in a house at the end of the road, her characters shape each other like pie dough- with a delicate hand, and an understanding that the doing is just as important as the end result. I don't think I will ever make chili, or biscuits, or pie again without thinking about this story.
An excellent end to Summer.....
Tonight, at Sebasco Estates Resort, Robin R Robinson gave a most excellent presentation on wild life in Phippsburg. Known primarily as a bird photographer, Robin is also a concerned citizen of the natural world. Tonight's presentation made us aware of light pollution
which we are blessedly mostly not invaded by in Phippsburg,
migrating birds that are at risk due to habitat conditions in South America (buy organic coffee and avoid and boycott palm oil products),
a reminder of the fragility of coastal habitats and the need to keep dogs leashed on the beach
Robin , and her photographs, show us the delicate balance of nature and its resiliency. Don't just take my word for it, check out her work at www.robinrobinsonmaine.com
I am fortunate to have met some wonderful people in my life. I am grateful to have been able to have lunch with two of them today.
I am a maker, and having lived 62 years on this planet, I am well aware that most people are not. So, it is a real pleasure to share space with two people who are and who understand the maker and designer's process.
Elisa was an editor at Quilter's World when I was still in Berne editing Crochet World. She, like I did (though for different reasons) has moved on, but continues to be involved with quilts
I am quite happily a recipient of one of them,
and as grateful as I am for the quilt, I cherish our friendship beyond words.
Until today, Chawne Kimber was only known to me online, we had never actually met in Real Life.Her coming to Maine to teach at a quilting retreat, allowed me to finally meet her. And meet her I did!
The first photo is her avoiding my shot, and the second one is her being sucked into our conversation again. Deep Talk is what she most aptly called it.
Instead of showing photos of her work, here's the link to her blog:
Bear with me.....
Once upon a time I was a wreath maker. On the farm, we produced gorgeous fragrant evergreen wreaths at Christmastime, beginning to collect brush for them as soon as there were five consecutive days of below freezing weather to set the brush. It was a strenuous and dirty job, hands covered with pitch, with there being the joy of decorating only after several hundred were made. I even wrote a book about it , Wreathmaking from the State of Maine, published by DownEast Books in 1987, now out of print.
My daughter, Quayl,
and I still make them, and though our methods are different, we still have a round wreath, a symbol of everlasting life.
Which leads us to a bit of emotion about the word eternal......
Note: the romantic heart wreath is NOT circular- it does not flow, but it has corners and points, one might even say sharp edges.
I quite unfondly remember seeing the movie Camelot at the Suffolk Theatre (1967) when I was 14 years old, and as it became obvious that Guinevere and Lancelot were going to betray their marriage and friendship, I had to excuse myself and go out in the alley to throw up. The very idea of it, that Arthur and Guinevere's love was not eternal made me sick, good Catholic girl that I was then.
I'm no longer 14, but the idea that a longstanding relationship can end still makes me nauseous. I'm old enough and uptight enough that I don't hurl freely, but that doesn't stop my stomach from hurting. Mika has taken over the puking for me the last couple of days. Maybe she's affected by my emotions, though I had at first thought it was from eating skunk shit. Breaking up is skunk shit....
I'm also no longer that good Catholic girl, having divorced twice myself. But I still believe that
two people can love each other til the not-so-bitter end.