I see I stopped posting here in early May, just around the time life got quite busy. The 11th my daughter graduated, the 18th she married a fine young man, and the 25th she and her new husband stopped by our house after their honeymoon to celebrate Aidan’s birthday early with him. Then they went to the other coast to start their new life, and we started packing to go up to Oregon. In between these life events were various other comings and goings, so it has just been busy, and I haven’t sat down to write much.
Yesterday my brother and niece came down from Portland to visit us. We went to Elmer’s, and then to see a matinee of Iron Man 3. I so rarely watch movies, and even more rarely on a big screen. So ever since then whenever I am not actively thinking about something else, I keep getting movie flashbacks. Like at Mass this morning, whenever I closed my eyes to pray, I got a mental image of a scene from the movie. Rather distracting. The mass commemorated the martyrdom of the Ugandan martyrs Charles Lwanga and 21 others. In that respect, I suppose, violent and dramatic movies put me in touch (even unrealistically) with real things I would otherwise have no access to, living my calm middle-class life. Charles Lwanga and his companions died in flames because they would not forsake their chastity. That battle is already lost for poor Tony Stark, of course, but superheroes do fight to save their cities from evil, even if the lines are drawn quite differently. At the same time they do battle to preserve their integrity and their own inner self, though not on the same front as the saints and martyrs. In that sense, superhero movies seem to remind me of how things really are, and even the simplicity of the choices are reflective of how simple, yet difficult, moral choice often is in real life. My life is more like Prufrock’s, but that seems like a disguise for how things really are, much more fiery and dramatic than it would appear.
Another reason I haven’t been posting recently on here, besides busy-ness, is that what I end up writing about often has so little to do with homeschooling per se. You can definitely see that here.
After the movie, we had dinner (Hawaiian — Aidan loves noodles) and sang Happy Birthday to Aidan and gave him his birthday cake. He insisted on candles as an essential part of a birthday cake, and we did not have candles or even matches. The solution was a thin roll of cardboard lit on the gas stove. Aidan seemed provisionally satisfied, though somewhat bemused.
I am trying to improve my reading. For the last couple of months I have been mostly reading Kindle free fiction. Now I am trying to resume my Great Books reading project, which I do every summer. I am struggling through Dante’s Paradiso and finding it rather hard going.