This soft painting is of one of the many beautiful flowers grown by my husband in our garden. He likes tall flowers, so we have lots of tall flowers.

Richard and I were finally able to see a movie today. M. Night Shyamala’s The Last Airbender. Not spectacular, but it was good and had a decent story.

With the eye-dazzling 3D I’m afraid that story is falling quickly to the wayside in favor of the “new” technology. 3D gives me a migraine like you wouldn’t believe! No pills help it. Only death, for a short time, alleviates that sort of migraine. I’m fine with 2D.

Richard and I like going to the movies, and for quite a long time there we were going once a week to the theatre. Now, it seems like the only stuff playing is live action stuff from comics, or games. The last movie that Richard and I saw, I think, was Half-Blood Prince and Richard fell asleep during it. I didn’t care for it, but Snape’s in it. That’s why I’ll be going to the last two movies in order to see him. I could care less about the kids, considering the fact that they aren’t kids, and aren’t precocious anymore.

Daniel Radcliffe is 21
Emma Watson is 20
Rupert Grint is 22
Tom Felton is 23

Please don’t anyone smek me. I just happen to prefer the first four books and when the kids were still kids (and Snape was still alive).

I best be quiet now or this whole post will turn into a rant on the last three books.

I think I’m rambling, now.

I’m trying to get back into blogging, but it’s difficult. I just don’t know what to write these days. It isn’t like I’m going to work and bludgeoning my boss, or running down pedestrians in my SUV, or choking on fast food, or any of that interesting stuff that’s called living.

My blog was turning into a rather painful reminder that I generally can’t leave my house without my husband. I don’t have any friends. We don’t drive. My existence is this house, my computer, two dogs, a cat, a husband, and photographing a dying tree and our gardens.

I didn’t want, and still don’t want, to step into my mind, self-analyse, and try to figure out what my problems are. Where I’d found contentment, I was then losing it.

Of course, I find it hard to read what others are doing, too. I would dearly love to meet some of the people I’ve met online, but as I cannot get on a plane, or travel by myself, that isn’t about to happen anytime soon.

Dangerous thoughts, these be. They lure me into dark corners that it is better off to avoid.

This sort of dark place is fine!