Well, that was less fun that it should have been
Saturday, 29 August 2015 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59Never Face Facts; If You Do, You'll Never Get Up In The Morning.*
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I went to the movies (Phoenix) and it was all right—the movie itself, I mean, though I did fall asleep for a little while. It was in German, and I like listening to German.
But before the movie, there was the escalator.
I don't go down escalators because I have depth perception problems. That makes being sure exactly where the new step is going to be is tricky, and the idea of falling down an escalator does not appeal to me. But going up has never been a problem.
Well, everything was fine, and then about halfway up, I looked down, and nothing was fine. I felt like I was going to fall. I clung to the handrail and I didn't cry or fall, and I got to the top and got off OK. I kind of lunged off.
I got there too late to see the movie I really want to see—The Best of Enemies, about the debates between Gore Vidal and William S. Buckley Jr. in the sixties. I love Gore Vidal. But I did want to see the other one, so it was fine.
I was a little headachy when I left the theatre. I walked around the mall a little; it's been a very long time since I did that.
I decided to take College Avenue home. It's a little quieter than Keystone, which is how I went. But I'd forgotten how hilly College can be that far north, and again my eyes were doing things and I got panicky. (This is the third time this year hills have been a problem for me.) I did not pull over to the side of the road and cry, although I wanted to. I was afraid that if I did, I'd never be able to make myself start driving again. I got off College and onto Meridian Street, which is fast but not hilly, and is the street I work on. I got home OK. But I still have a headache. It's probably allergies, and that's probably part of this. But I think some of it is my new eyes. They don't work exactly the same way my old eyes did. I'm going to need to be careful what routes I take.
It's going to be very hard to make myself go back to that theatre this week, even to see Gore Vidal.
Sylvia Plath had terrible sinus problems. Sometimes I wonder if she killed herself more because of that than because of her depression.
*Marlo Thomas
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I went to the movies (Phoenix) and it was all right—the movie itself, I mean, though I did fall asleep for a little while. It was in German, and I like listening to German.
But before the movie, there was the escalator.
I don't go down escalators because I have depth perception problems. That makes being sure exactly where the new step is going to be is tricky, and the idea of falling down an escalator does not appeal to me. But going up has never been a problem.
Well, everything was fine, and then about halfway up, I looked down, and nothing was fine. I felt like I was going to fall. I clung to the handrail and I didn't cry or fall, and I got to the top and got off OK. I kind of lunged off.
I got there too late to see the movie I really want to see—The Best of Enemies, about the debates between Gore Vidal and William S. Buckley Jr. in the sixties. I love Gore Vidal. But I did want to see the other one, so it was fine.
I was a little headachy when I left the theatre. I walked around the mall a little; it's been a very long time since I did that.
I decided to take College Avenue home. It's a little quieter than Keystone, which is how I went. But I'd forgotten how hilly College can be that far north, and again my eyes were doing things and I got panicky. (This is the third time this year hills have been a problem for me.) I did not pull over to the side of the road and cry, although I wanted to. I was afraid that if I did, I'd never be able to make myself start driving again. I got off College and onto Meridian Street, which is fast but not hilly, and is the street I work on. I got home OK. But I still have a headache. It's probably allergies, and that's probably part of this. But I think some of it is my new eyes. They don't work exactly the same way my old eyes did. I'm going to need to be careful what routes I take.
It's going to be very hard to make myself go back to that theatre this week, even to see Gore Vidal.
Sylvia Plath had terrible sinus problems. Sometimes I wonder if she killed herself more because of that than because of her depression.
*Marlo Thomas