pembroke & cardigan
I am SO glad that the peak of my journaling activity coincided with my flight training at Sugar Valley. I reread the entries and vividly remember every sensation, every little victory and setback, takeoff and landing. That was worthy of being recorded, such as it was.
P and I watched 86 together a few weeks ago. She loved it, and I had forgotten what a great show it is. There were definitely details that came out in the rewatch, and increased my appreciation for the animators’ and screenwriters’ craft. I told her that she’s welcome to borrow my account info if she wanted to rewatch any meaningful scenes, but she’s declined so far, a posture I don’t really understand. My desire to rewatch is THE key measure of how much I’ve enjoyed a particular show, and there are scenes in 86 that I’ve worn out, I’ve seen them so many times. Actually—that’s not strictly true; they still maintain their emotional impact for the most part, but it’s definitely a sign that the show has hooked me to the point where I’m invested in the characters and what happens to them.
How can a day be gray and clear at the same time? Many of those lately. I’ll be 45 soon. The years are rhythmically clicking by. And yet, rereading my journal, there’s a clear line of connection between then and now. I’m still very much the same person. That continuity offers a grain of reassurance as life circumstances change and swirl around me.