I've begun making a list of everything I accomplish each day; I think this will help with my general sense that I never get anything done, along with motivating me to get a few more things on the list each day. Somehow writing it down seems to be a reward for me; I took a lot of pleasure today in adding "20% H2O change + filters, paid bills, returned Ed's DVD, took down Xmas tree," to my journal, all before noon. I'm inching slowly but surely toward a more energetic Me, I think.
I've watched 2 of the 14 Tarzan movies I got for Xmas so far, I'm trying to ration them out. Though I somehow suspect that the further we go, the worse the films will be and the more I'll want to just rush through them--particularly the RKO years, that blonde Jane just doesn't do it for me. It's generally accepted that the best of the lot is "Tarzan and His Mate" (1934)--higher production values, more risque interaction between Tarzan, Jane, and the bad guy, aka Martinmyfriend. The nude swimming scene is restored in this version--I'd seen it before, of course, it's been available since the late 80's. But still, serves as a pleasant reminder that our puritanical ideas about sex in the media were really a creation of the 1940's and 50's; and the wheel has obviously come back around again. But there's a tendency to assume that every generation before "ours" was uptight and straightlaced, and of course that's not true at all. Just ask Tarzan and Jane!