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Post #200 says,

I need to update more often.

Summer is settling in like a wretched, sticky mess of humidity. Today, I am glad I do not have a non-human mammalian companion. Muggy days and furry friends do not mix so well.

Last night, I watched the 2013 film How I Live Now [IMDB]. World War III films which plot from a personal perspective rather than as a typical war film both rattle and fascinate me. My immersion while viewing is sometimes intense. I had nightmares for a week from The Day After (1983). I, like many others, was riled up on Red Dawn (and relatively disappointed by the remake). How I Live Now, based on Meg Rosoff’s 2004 YA novel of the same name, follows troubled American teenager Elizabeth “Daisy” off to spend the summer with her cousins in the English countryside over the backdrop of tense negotiations with an unnamed foreign nation. Behind the innocence of the city-raised Daisy discovering the wonder of rural life is the overwhelming anxiety of the adults working within unavoidable and lucid futility to construct peace. Eventually, the peace falls to a terrorist attack and subsequent invasion, which the children are subjected to. This film quickly goes from summer romance and coming of age to war terror and heart-wrenching survivalism and is wrapped up in the end with the expected tattered strands. It concludes more surely than The Road, but then it never quite hit that unreachable level of despair throughout. I recommend this one and gave it the full five stars on my Netflix account (though I imagine a later viewing, once the initial play through has been digested, would warrant 4 stars — 4.5 if that were possible). If you (whoever reads this drip of mine) happen across that film, comment below what you thought.

A Warm Summer Brief

   This is exactly what a summer day is supposed to be: hot, clear blue, bright and vibrant, and on a weekend. Why am I holed up indoors trying to avoid the heat? I should fill a couple water bottles pack a snack and head out to the backyard to spray my son and myself stupid with the hose. Problem: construction next door with no real dividing fence. We’ll see what happens when his nap is over.