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Bastille Day! Yesterday was a Friday the 13th! Whirling and turning, the mysteries continue! Solar flares make for lights in the sky this weekend. Perhaps even in California! We shall see or we shall sea! Let the mystic messages abound! Today was laundry day--another in those hours and days of persistent patterns. The film I watched last night (and some today), Jeanne Dielman, has stayed with me. The detail and minutiae as portrayed in that film definitely has echoes in what I do (or do not do) now. The actress who played the main role looks something like my daughter's mother even to the color of her hair. The last name in the film's title, Dielman, is an anagram for her mother's last name! Strange and stranger! This week (or last) was also the anniversary of the Roswell incident. A confluence of confusions and conundrums! So be it!

Viewed the final scenes of the French film and it ended badly as was being telegraphed in the previous scenes. The woman loses it--loses her hold on her ritualized existence--and falls into the darkness. It's quite a powerful film--one that gets its power from amazing simplicity and detail. The director's earlier works were like premonitions of this piece. The director/writer is Chantal Ackerman--the strangeness continues--my daughter's mother has a close friend called Chantal!

Dum-de-dum-dum! After laundry and lunch, I ended up napping some, until it got too warm to sleep. But it was cooler today, sun spots or not! Early to bed tonight!