Sunday, March 12, 2023
Cactus Flower and Tár
One of our little cacti is blooming again, on the windowsill in the dining room. It has bloomed before -- in 2019, 2020 and 2021 -- and it looks like there are still a couple of unopened buds, so I think a few more flowers are still to come this year. I feel a little bad for it, going to all the trouble to flower in an environment where there are no pollinating insects. Sorry, cactus! If I lived in Arizona I'd put you outside!
Not that I'd ever want to deal with cactus seeds.
The cactus on the right has never bloomed in the three years we've had it, and I'd love to know what its flowers would look like, but it still shows no sign of producing any. Maybe not all cacti flower, or maybe it has to be much older or bigger. Who knows.
I took Olga to the Heath yesterday. Yes, I know, I'm supposed to be isolating, but I figure being outside can't be harmful as long as I don't stop and chat with anyone -- and I don't. We walked to the Heath and were there just long enough for Olga to lie in the grass, roll around a few times and half-heartedly chase her tennis ball twice. Then we came home. I think she enjoyed the walk but she didn't have a whole lot of steam.
In the afternoon I continued reading Etgar Keret and ate some leftover fortune cookies from a Chinese takeaway we had for dinner last week.
Do you suppose that incorrect "your" is intentional, given the message?
Finally, last night Dave and I watched "Tár," with Cate Blanchett. It was good, with very polished production values and nods to the New Yorker-reading, NPR-listening armchair intellectuals of our day, and it gave me a lot to think about. Some of the dialogue and musical references were so "inside baseball" that I told Dave, "I'm amazed this movie got made. I imagine only about 12 people in the country would understand this conversation." But in the end, the musical terminology didn't really matter. It was all about the character, and Blanchett embodies her perfectly.