WHEN IT POURS IT RAINS
I'm grateful today for the fact that there are no holes in the roof (that I know of) and it's a decent temperature in here and there's food in the cupboards and the electricty works and you can turn a faucet and water comes out.
The other night I watched Spike Lee's brilliant When the Levees Broke. His work has been hit-or-miss over the years (She's Gotta Have It = Hit, School Daze = not so much, Do the Right Thing = hit, Jungle Fever = not so much, etc). But this is a masterpiece. I stayed up until 1 AM watching it --unprecedented outside of a brand-new relationship -- because I could not turn it off.
Most of those people are still in trailers, by the way.
I'm also thankful that my left elbow stopped hurting and I can do vinyasas and was able to ride my bike to teaching (for double time) this morning and that I could snap digital photos on the ride home and also that the History Channel is rerunning Desperate Crossing: The Untold Story of the Mayflower tonight at 7 (8 Eastern). I caught the last hour the other night and it was great (well, it was until the Wampanoag actor playing Squanto* appeared sans costume, in an office, and addressed the camera as a Native American expert. Talk about breaking down walls....).
*Squanto looks a bit like John Herndon of Tortoise back when he was Johnny Machine of Poster Children.