I recently watched the BBC production of parts 1,2 and 3 of Shakespeare's "King Henry the Sixth" followed by "Richard the Third". They called it "The Hollow Crown". It was good, the performances were well done by great actors. I was reminded of it this morning when I heard on the news that Meryl Streep had got to Donald Trump in her acceptance speech when she received the Cecile B. Demille award at the Golden Globes. She referred to his "performance" in a speech he gave in 2015 in which he mocked a disabled reporter, by saying that it was not good but was "effective." As he had recently tweeted that he was a "ratings machine" compared to Arnold Schwartzenegger who replaced him as host of the "Celebrity Apprentice", it seems that her low estimation of his performance really hit home. He tweeted that she is "..one of the most overrated actresses in Hollywood..." His obsession with himself and all things superficial and materialistic has gone beyond irritating; I've finally become fascinated. I was even close to siding with him about the fuss the Democrats are making about the Russians' trying to influence their recent elections. How many legitimate governments around the world have they been instrumental in overthrowing? I'm going to limit my exposure to the Donald; I'll put the PVR on fast forward whenever I see his limp, yellow hair on the screen, but I will follow a few of his reported tweets. He seems to use them as I do my back scratcher, to try to get at an itch he just can't reach. He's no king. For this and many other reasons, he will never be able to say with King Henry in 'King Henry the Sixth' Part 3';
My crown is in my heart, not on my head:
Not deck'd with diamond and Indian stones,
Nor to be seen: my crown is call'd content:
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy.
We've had some snow and fine winter days for skiing, but this is the coldest winter I've spent in Vernon. I shovelled a lot today and hope to ski tomorrow, but the temperature is supposed to be in the minus teens, even twenties for the next few days, and that's in the city. It's usually about 5 or 6 degrees colder on the hill. Jay and May are working a lot these days. She had a shift at the Casino last night and the girls decided to 'chill', so Jay and I had Sunday dinner together. It was quiet, but I enjoyed just chatting with him. He helped me rearrange the livingroom furniture now that the Christmas tree is back in the box.
In Vernon, 2017 is carrying on like a soap opera, slowly and with a lot of repetition, but without too much emotional turmoil to come, I hope.
Miriam snowshoeing last Friday. We do have snow up in the hills. There's even a fair bit in town now.
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