Vacillating

I watched a film called The Road Home last night. It was interesting to watch even though the people spoke Mandarin and the subtitles appeared to skip all but one sentence in most conversations. I got the gist of it and it was beautiful.

I have now been in three separate winter snow storms, each one leaving me isolated and trapped to some extent. Each one in a different location and situation and each one eliciting different thoughts and feelings.

The first two were in small towns where my electricity was out for days and I was truly isolated, cold, and facing the withdrawal of both human companionship and Internet. This one lacked none of those negative aspects. The only thing I am lacking is my medicine and I am not yet suffering from that. If I can only get out today, all will be well.

I find it interesting to see how I spend my time with myself when it is extended and limited only by my own energy and inclinations.

A little bit of this, a little bit of that, I seem to vacillate between reading (in this case Let Us Now Praise Famous Men by James Agee) and writing with an occasional movie thrown in. The longer I am here, the less interest I have in most television, it seems to break the spell.