Regal Cinema: What Next ~ A Pat Down?

I love theatre!  Film.  But an outing today has really upset me.  Now nearly everyone knows about the murders in the movie theatre in Aurora, Colorado a few weeks ago.  I didn't much appreciate being subject to a purse check after I paid for a ticket.  The manager says there is a small print statement about this by the ticket office.  Small print.  Tantamount to lying.  Our mothers taught us well.  I didn't see it.

So they check purses, handbags, backpacks.  They say they also look to ensure no one is bringing food into the theatre.  They would rather us have junk - carbs, sweet drinks.  Not food.

Well, I loved the film I saw.  Loved it!  I did not love the intrusion.  No where did they check for shoulder weapons, or those tied to the legs or arms. 

What next ` a pat down?

It will be a long time til I return to the theatre.  Apparently  lots of others feel the same way.  If the theatre is concerned about OUR welfare, they will hire police officers inside the theatre showings.  And, they won't charge us for it, either.  They will built it into doing business as usual.

Garmin Nuvi 255W

Disappointment.  Frustration.

Despite paying $99 to update this GPS, the downloads are problematic.  Always.

So I go online and the site asks questions I do not have the answers to.  It rejects my entry.  Twice.  Well, twice is more than enough.

This time, I try the phone.  Of course, it will cost me about $20 in cell phone charges to find out why the service I paid for doesn't work.  Another 15-20 minute wait on the phone is impossible.  I wait.  Product Support. Are you kiddin me? Yea, if you have the morning to dedicate to this. I don't.  I won't.  I didn't need this device anyway.  Maps work just fine.  More expenses.  More products. Keep it simple. 

I know who the 'stupid' one was.  Live and learn.  But I got it.

Fire

Coral sand fills the long shores. Tiny, crumbling, rocky islands represented in grayish blue, pink, beige and a deeper coral line the water's edge. The sky was full of rapture, no doubt reflecting a stormy day in my family. I'll probably do another rendering of it with softer colors.

The photograph I took just under this is typical of the New England seacoast.  Lots and lots of granite. Granite is an igneous rock.  Igneous rocks were a result of fire.  Wikipedia tells us," Igneous rocks include rocks that have solidified from a melt either below the Earth's surface as intrusives or on the surface as extrusives or volcanic eruptions." 

"Granite ( /ˈɡrænɨt/) is a common widely occurring type of intrusive, felsic, igneous rock which is granular and crystalline in texture. This rock consists mainly of quartz, mica, and feldspar. Occasionally some individual crystals (phenocrysts) are larger than the groundmass, in which case the texture is known as porphyritic. A granitic rock with a porphyritic texture is sometimes known as a porphyry. Granites can be pink to gray in color, depending on their chemistry and mineralogy. By definition, granite is an igneous rock with at least 20% quartz by volume. Granite differs from granodiorite in that at least 35% of the feldspar in granite is alkali feldspar as opposed to plagioclase; it is the alkali feldspar that gives many granites a distinctive pink color. Outcrops of granite tend to form tors and rounded massifs. Granites sometimes occur in circular depressions surrounded by a range of hills, formed by the metamorphic aureole or hornfels. Granite is usually found in the continental plates of the Earth's crust.
Granite is nearly always massive (lacking internal structures), hard and tough, and therefore it has gained widespread use as a construction stone. The average density of granite is between 2.65^[1] and 2.75 g/cm³, its compressive strength usually lies above 200 MPa, and its viscosity near STP is 3-6 • 10¹⁹ Pa·s.^[2] Melting temperature is 1215 - 1260 °C.^[3]
The word granite comes from the Latin granum, a grain, in reference to the coarse-grained structure of such a crystalline rock.
Granitoid is a general, descriptive field term for light-colored, coarse-grained igneous rocks. Petrographic examination is required for identification of specific types of granitoids.<sup>[4]"

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Angel

   Angel of my Tears

How do you love a person
who never got to be,
or try to envision a face
you never got to see?
How do you mourn the death of one
who never got to live.
When there's nothing to feel good about
and nothing to forgive?
I love you, my little baby,
my companion of the night.
Wandering through my lonely hours,
beautiful and bright.
What does it mean to die before
you ever were born,
to live the lovely night of life
and never see the dawn?
Ah! My little baby,
you lived like anyone!
Life's a burst of joy and pain.
And then like yours, it's done.
I love you, my little baby,
just as if you'd lived for years.
No more, no less, I think of you,
the Angel of my tears.
~Author Unknown.

Feeling Fully First

I don't know where to begin with my sadness.  It is more than disappointment.  It had to do with a future. And I am new at this. 

I always tell others to feel fully first.  My head is heavier than ever.  My neck feels like there is a twenty pound weight on it.  I have had this feeling for two months now.  I don't like that I am psychic, that I know things that are happening. Especially with my family.  The knowing is quickening now. More than ever.  That is why I had to move. 

A friend called me today who was upset.  I felt my friend's pain for some time now.  For me this psychic ability has been lifelong.  I don't know why I was called to have this knowing.  It is heavier than ever at this writing. I know what people need to do to be healed.  Their pain is very deep to me.  But it is not for me to tell them this.  We make the rut until we collapse in it.  Only then are we ready to climb out.

I have had my own ruts.  Being psychic doesn't mean you see these things for and in yourself.  But you sure feel them for those around you.  And it comes in bits and pieces often.

Like with my uncle.  He is failing fast and just got out of the hospital again.  The last of our kin.  He had such triumph in his later years.  His found his joy.  His girlfriend was always there for him.  She is 78 now.  He is 93.  I love watching her love him.

And there is another dear to my heart who is suffering.  Practical, philosophical.  This person expected something to occur.  Now it will be delayed. It wasn't complete clear what was happening, either.  But something was different than it usually is.  It has kept me up for nights.  Weeks. Months.

I keep confidences well.  I will keep this one.  Despite the tears flowing down my cheeks.  In my heart. I want to be alone. 

The Artist

This isn't about the film, The Artist.  It is about art. And painters.  My new fav was discovered over a year ago in a furnishings store in the New Hampshire seacoast.  His name is Janis Sanders.  I don't know too much about him except that I love his work.  Take a look:

http://www.janissanders.com/portfolio/image.php?page=1&gallery_id=2&image_id=5

I don't know if the picture will show up in this new format.  It used to in the old.  What attracts me, pulls me in his the vibrant colors, the almost use-your-imagination and discover what YOU think this picture is about beyond the house. 

Janis paints in oils using a palette knife.  The technique is beyond marvelous.  While the above picture is over $4,000, far above my meager budget I am definitely part of his audience.  Good job, Janis Sanders!

Seacoast New Hampshire. Flowers everywhere.  And so beautiful.  Shades of England all over again. Duh?  But nothing stops these gorgeous flowers from growing.  I am going back to buying organic flowers regularly now.  Note the basil to the left.   Another goody from Portsmouth Farmer's Market.  I especially loved hearing the Bel Air's belt out those old tunes.

To the balcony:

These colors are no mistake.  The metal stand was purchased in the wonderful town of Sylva, North Carolina.  During the colder months, it makes its home in my living room.   

This picture doesn't do the living room justice.  I'll give you a better perspective:

Though this still doesn't reflect the lightness and vibrancy of this work in progress.  I'll get the lamp fixed soon.  It is a Stray Dog Design.  The pictures over the sofa are from a trip I took to Santa Fe.  My interpretation of the sights. 

Not sure what to add over the tv.  It is on loan from a friend here.  Do I hear a plasma tv in the offing?

There was no shoo shoo here.  Do stay tuned for me.  You like?