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Taking Turns
Aug. 3rd, 2004 05:49 amMy daughter came home from the east coast yesterday evening, and I skipped belly dance class in order to be there to spend the evening with her. Would I have done that if I hadn't had the previously-mentioned conversation with my mom? I'm not entirely sure. I'd like to think that I would have.
I had several hours between getting off work and home from the grocery store before the rest of the Brady Bunch arrived, so I gave in to temptation at the store, purchased my favorite stuffed-crust frozen pizza, stuck it in the oven, and then put on my Netflixed DVD of Sean Bean in Lady Chatterly.
I read Chatterly many years ago, probably when I was too young to fully appreciate it, so I had a general idea of the plot but no particular expectations. This production is very lush, and I like Joely Richardson's performance as the Lady. Sean Bean does a good job capturing both the unpleasant and the compelling aspects of Mellors. And yes, it's very sexually explicit. (At least as I rate these things.) I have to admit that I was a bit distracted from the sex by wondering what in the world it had been like for the actors to rehearse and perform the scenes.
Once the child came home, I turned off the movie and we played Clue Jr. Then she took a bath while I finished the first DVD, and then we read the "Whomping Willow" chapter of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
They visited Plymouth while back East, and had a picture taken in pilgrim garb: my Ex, his SO, and my daughter. And I have to admit that I felt a twinge as I saw the three of them presented as a family, as if my daughter was the SO's daughter. But then it occurred to me that the SO's own daughters might also feel a bit twinged by a photo in which they did not appear and it looked like she was another child's mother. There's going to be a real need to balance my own desire to maintain a strong connection with my child with a healthy dose of emotional maturity and rationality. It could become all too easy to get hyper-sensitive about some things, especially if I listen too closely to my own mother.
I had several hours between getting off work and home from the grocery store before the rest of the Brady Bunch arrived, so I gave in to temptation at the store, purchased my favorite stuffed-crust frozen pizza, stuck it in the oven, and then put on my Netflixed DVD of Sean Bean in Lady Chatterly.
I read Chatterly many years ago, probably when I was too young to fully appreciate it, so I had a general idea of the plot but no particular expectations. This production is very lush, and I like Joely Richardson's performance as the Lady. Sean Bean does a good job capturing both the unpleasant and the compelling aspects of Mellors. And yes, it's very sexually explicit. (At least as I rate these things.) I have to admit that I was a bit distracted from the sex by wondering what in the world it had been like for the actors to rehearse and perform the scenes.
Once the child came home, I turned off the movie and we played Clue Jr. Then she took a bath while I finished the first DVD, and then we read the "Whomping Willow" chapter of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
They visited Plymouth while back East, and had a picture taken in pilgrim garb: my Ex, his SO, and my daughter. And I have to admit that I felt a twinge as I saw the three of them presented as a family, as if my daughter was the SO's daughter. But then it occurred to me that the SO's own daughters might also feel a bit twinged by a photo in which they did not appear and it looked like she was another child's mother. There's going to be a real need to balance my own desire to maintain a strong connection with my child with a healthy dose of emotional maturity and rationality. It could become all too easy to get hyper-sensitive about some things, especially if I listen too closely to my own mother.
