A New Faucet and a Movie Review

Nothing lasts forever. 


We've been in this house for almost 34 years, so things are bound to wear out.  Monday while cleaning out under the sink I noticed some corroded metal chunks and a fitting.  I assigned Tom to check it out.


He discovered that the kitchen sink faucet was deteriorated and needed to be replaced.  We bought a new one yesterday.

This morning Tom began dismantling of the old one and the installing of the new.  At one point he called me to hold something while he struggled under the sink, trying to get the new fitting threaded.  I felt bad for him.  It must have been very uncomfortable.


Then of course, more parts were needed to fit new parts with an old system.  That involved two more trips to hardware stores.  

 Finally the new faucet was installed.  Unfortunately there is now a drip under the sink.  We went out to a movie this evening, and quite a bit of water had collected in the drip bowl, so Tom has shut off the hot water valve until he can get back to it.

In an effort to see all of the Academy Award nominees, we went to see The Artist tonight.  I knew quite a bit about it and really hoped to like it.


I didn't.


Oh, it was a beautiful movie.  The black and white cinematography was gorgeous.  The sets and costumes were wonderful.  The acting was very good.  The dog was delightful. 


But just as it lacked color or dialogue, it lacked dimension.  The main character, while charming, became tiresome and finally pathetic.  And it was ALL about him. There was very little  story to get involved in and the other characters were shallow.  All were stereotypical.  As we watched the old actor struggle through the change from silent to talking movies, Tom and I finally just wanted him to go ahead and shoot himself already so the movie could end! 


The music, at first dynamic and expressive, became repetitious and annoying.  Finally, we just wanted to, like the faucet, turn it off!


Yes, in the old days, silent, black and white movies were wonderful entertainment, because that's all we had.  But like I said before, nothing lasts forever. Change happens, often for the good.


Words are important to me.  The expressions of thoughts and emotions in words is a beautiful thing.  Story matters.  I want my characters to be rich in feeling and meaning, multi-dimensional. 


I don't want to go back to the old days, whether it's in politics or technology.  Move forward.  You really can't go back again anyway, can you?