Time Flies

I was told long ago that as we age time seems to pass more quickly and it has proven to be true.  I have noted this in the last few years but last Sunday the fact seemed to hit hard.  I usually do laundry on Sundays and last week as I was sorting clothes I was struck so clearly with the sensation that I had just done laundry the day before.  It was as though the whole previous week had not even happened.  It was a disturbing sensation.

There's nothing to be done about it.  Time moves more quickly as we age.  But it does seem rather cruel that as our remaining days become fewer they pass so fast.

Winter

It's an unpopular thing to say around my friends but I actually like winter.

It's much easier to warm up when it's cold than it is to cool down when it's hot and humid. 

People stay inside more and the streets are less busy for walking.

People don't stay out as long with their barking dogs.

People don't stay outside making noise in general for as long as they do in warm weather.

I like wearing sweaters.  I like the shorter days.  

I agree that snow storms can be daunting and I do worry about slipping and falling on icy sidewalks but when I can bundle up and go for a walk on a cold sunny day with no wind like today I am so happy.

TV: Only Murders in the Building (Season 4)

And they're back!

And in good form.   Our trio are together rather than apart.

And there were some very nice human moments.  I hesitate to use the word poignant because it has connotations of being maudlin but for  me, while the program as a whole is a delight to watch, these moments just add something special.

Agatha Christie did this in her writing.  Her books were primarily mysteries but she often showed something of the human consequences of the deeds in her stories.  I think this is one of the reasons why her work has remained so popular.

 

TV: Only Murders in the Building (Seasons 1,2,3)

I have heard about and wanted to watch this for a while but only got access to it this month.  I haven't watched Season 4 yet but wanted to write about the seasons I have seen.

Seasons 1 and 2 lived up to everything wonderful I have heard about them and more - probably the most original program I have seen in years.  The plotting and style and cast were a delight.  The team of Steve Martin, Martin Short and Selena Gomez seemed unlikely but they were terrific together.  All things that you can find being said all over the internet.

However I was disappointed in Season 3.  It's not terrible by any means but there was something "less" about it.  I think one problem is that there is less intricacy to the plot, it's more in your face.  Also the kind of detail and empathy shown to all the characters in the first two seasons are missing - the hidden depths and complexity that made them feel real and personal isn't there and we're left with types rather than individuals.  They're fun and entertaining but we don't really care about them.   Meryl Streep and Paul Rudd are talented actors and I like them both but here they're just plot pieces and don't feel real.  (Ms Streep has a decent first scene where she auditions but that's really the only chance she's given to do something real with her character.). They don't really have a chance.  I don't know if this is the fault of the script or the direction or both.  The three leads fare better but to a degree they're coasting on the good will they built up in the first two series and I wonder why they kept the them separate for so much of the time.  It's watching them together that's the fun.  

I'd like to give a mention to James Caverly who plays Theo.  He's an excellent actor.  He's mainly in Season 1 but when he's on screen he's subtle and convincing.  

Movie: Perfect Days

 

This movie is, like it's title, perfect.

I understand that it was filmed in only 17 days.  That is amazing since every scene, every performance was spot on.  The cinematography is spot on.  

Perhaps I'm just seeing this movie at the perfect time in my life but I found it very emotional and very satisfying.

I will probably be writing more about it in an upcoming entry I have in mind.

Cooking

 I have a small whole chicken that I'm going to roast.  I looked on the internet to get roasting temperatures and times for chicken.

I got all sorts of hits but every one I went to turned out to be a long post about essentially nothing and when I finally got to the "recipes" they were vague beyond usefulness.

There was a time when the internet was a great, simple, and quick way to look up how to cook something.  Now cooking posts seem to be full of blather and useless "information."

In the end I dug out my mother's old paperback cookbook from the 1930s or 40s - the pages are browning and getting brittle so you have to treat the book carefully - there's no publication information or date anywhere.  

In there in about 30 seconds I found a beautiful little chart of cooking times and temperatures.

Music and Me

 

I realized just recently that I hardly ever, or rather never, sit down and listen to music anymore.  Yes, I will have music playing in the room via the internet but more often than not I will have ocean or wind sounds on, just background in the condo so that I am less likely to be startled by outside noises breaking the silence. But I'm not really listening to it.

I grew up in a household where classical music was the rule and popular music was something I would hear on the radio in the morning when my parents were listening for the news and weather forecast.

In high school I was introduced by friends to Barbra Streisand and Petula Clark.  I really liked Streisand in the "New York years" but am not as fond of her later recordings.  In university I discovered Judy Collins.  In my 30's I came to really enjoy cabaret style singers such as Andrea Marcovicci.  But I mainly listened to classical music.

I don't know quite what the change has been.  Recently I have sat myself down and listened to some CD's but I find myself getting restless.  It's not that I don't like what I'm hearing.  

It seems rather a shame since with the internet music is so available, and on demand.

I wonder if this is an age thing?  Do other people lose interest/patience which things they have enjoyed as they age?