A Sign
Watched Memento over the last two nights, the movie about a character experiencing a weird form of memory loss with the individual scenes in the movie played backward, end to beginning. The main character suffers from memory loss in the sense he can only hold memory for about four or five minutes before it dissolves, although he can remember everything that took place in his life up to the death of his wife, killed at the hands of rapists. It's a movie you need to experience for a gut level understanding of this backward process, at least that was my experience. I say “gut level” because it definitely does. Hit you in the gut. I've known about it since it was released, but the reviews, for whatever reason, put me off. I was wrong, it's worth a look.
One of the contractors we hired last week was walked out of the building this morning and instructed not to return, no reason given to us (for legal considerations). My curiosity about the why of this was soon eclipsed by the loss of his help in getting the job caught up and done. Another way, I guess, to say the pace remains furious, although I seem to be holding up well enough. We're not exceptions, the whole building is in the same fix. A sign of the times, I suppose. I'm hoping I'm retired before everybody finally flips out.
Other than that, the car (remember the car?) is doing well. I've driven it into work these last three days and will probably drive it into work the rest of the week. The sure sign I'm liking the thing is the fact I bought a can of TR-3, a “resin glaze” cleaner and polish of some sort that I used years ago when I owned the Jaguar. Damned stuff takes a lot of time to apply and then buff, but boy howdy does it do the job. You apply it once, maybe twice a year and water beads up on it like glass. For me to hose a car down in a coin operated car wash is out of character, let alone this spit and polish bit. As I said, a sign.
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