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I finished my library book today! It's only 34 days overdue. At least now I can finally get to my next one, which I have already renewed once (I could not renew the one I just finished, as the library has only one copy of it and someone else has it on hold; this next one I got on special order though and I'll probably be able to renew it once more). It feels sort of pathetic that these days I can only manage to ready seven or eight books a year, but hey: plenty of people never read books at all. So I'm ahead of them, at least.
I read recently that people who read fiction are
better at developing empathy than people who read primarily nonfiction. And guess what? I read far more nonfiction than I do fiction—I just find it grabs me more, and I feel like I learn more from it. Out of the seven books, potentially eight, that I have read in 2021, only two of them have been novels. After reading about the empathy thing, though, even though I genuinely think of myself as more empathetic than your average person, I kind of feel like I should put more novels into my reading rotation.
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What can I tell you about last night? I went to the library, and picked up my library DVD copy of the 1989 Christmas movie
Prancer, which I haven't watched in decades and wanted to know whether it holds up. It would be my third Christmas movie watch of this season, after
The Apartment and
Miracle on 34th Street.
In the meantime, I walked back up to Pacific Place, figuring I had a little bit of extra time before Shobhit got off work, so I finally went to check out and get pictures of the
Fleur de Villes Noel floral displays at Pacific Place, set to be there December 17 through 27. I now have 23 shots for
that photo album, but I already knew I was likely to come back and maybe get a few more, if perhaps I come back with Shobhit right after Christmas to get one or two selfies with them. I also realized just this morning that I completely spaced looking on the basement level, and there are three pieces down there that I thus missed, so now I definitely have to go back again.
Granted, I
will be back to Pacific Place tomorrow, to see
The Matrix Resurrections, but I won't have a lot of time for milling about and will need to get home after to write my review.
Anyway, I then barely managed to catch a #11 home from 9th and Pine. I made veggie burgers for dinner, and Shobhit was evidently totally open to watching this 1989 movie about a little girl convinced a stray reindeer is Prancer from Santa's sleigh. I remembered kind of liking it back in the day, and I officially still like it—even though the little girl's acting isn't the greatest at times.
Ivan, who worked last night, seemed surprisingly interested when I started the movie. He commented on remembering 1989 as "a good year" even though he was only four, as he remembered spending the summer in Connecticut. He actually didn't leave for work until after the movie ended, but he still had to leave right after I started it, to go get his takeout dinner. He came back and ate at the dining table while the movie played, and I think he still watched a fair bit of the rest of it. When I
posted about it on Facebook, he gave it a "love" reaction, which is rare for him on my posts if they are not about Shanti (one of our cats). I don't know if that reaction was to the movie, or just to the Christmas decorations which I know he is clearly fond of, or maybe both. He did ask once more when the movie ended what the movie was called, as though he might check it out himself sometime.
Another slight irony: I got this movie from the library because it was the only way I could watch it without paying for it. Except, after signing up for (and then canceling the auto-renew) the free trial for the Starz add-on with Amazon Prime Video so Ivan and I could watch
French Exit on Sunday, I discovered last night that
now Prancer was available to stream at no extra cost through that. Dammit! I really wish I could have realized that before starting the DVD, which had no closed captioning options. I could have used captions watching it streaming, as there were some lines I could not make out.
Nothing critical, though. The movie was easy to enjoy, and nice to see Sam Elliott and Cloris Leachman as their 1989 selves.
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[posted 12:29 pm]
