as good as it gets

Movies are good: watched "Nine" last night and enjoyed it; watched "As Good as it Gets" today and laughed and cried. We do live in another time than when the AGAIG was made: adult conversations, excellent actors who can use silence to communicate, chemistry between them that makes the film bubble with energy.

Lots of energy in "Nine" and passion and probably too much of a juxtaposition for American film audiences who like linear stories with simple plots.

My daily plot is very simple and, for now, that is as good as it gets. My big adventure today may be to try to pot some new plants (not the same plants as four weeks ago when the accident occurred and the table I was using then was demolished by the ladder as it fell). But I think I can sit at the other table and spoon in dirt, pat it down gently and support new life.

Our front yard yesterday offered a big surprise: the succlent stem that a neighbor gave me last year has sprouted a gorgeous silky pink and white bud: it's a night blooming cerus. Mark went out with the camera several times last night but I think tonight will be its solo performance. One bloom, one night--that's magical. Magical that the stem actually has taken root and found its way through the hot summer and cold winter, the winds and frost.

So, if that is, for today, as good as it gets, it is good enough. (P.S. the stiffness on my ankle is from the swelling which is slowly going down; I just have to be attentive and accept.)