Mercury is in retrograde between August 12 and September 5.
two retro cars (old MGAs)
If you've followed this blog or its predecessor for long, you've probably noticed that
Mercury has it in for me.
So far, this is how Mercury has tripped me up:
1. Mattress Snafu
We ordered a new mattress and box spring set (before August 12). We did NOT order a metal bed frame because the one we had was fine. The comfy new mattress arrived on August 15. With a new frame.
"We didn't order a frame," we told the delivery men.
"It's here, so we're setting it up," they replied. They dismantled the old frame, set up the new one, plunked the mattress on top, and started to leave.
"Take away the old frame," we said.
"No, we can't do that."
So M and I schlepped the heavy, unwieldy thing to the recycling room on the main floor of the condo.
"You've just done your aerobic exercise for the day," M told me.
Five minutes after we got back to our suite, we got a phone call from the delivery men. "We're coming back to pick up the new frame you didn't order or pay for."
They took away the new frame and plopped the mattress and box spring set directly on the floor.
The next day we returned to the mattress store and told them what happened and asked whether the warranty was voided by not having a frame. "No, you're fine with the mattress set directly on the floor."
Miscommunication at its finest.
2. False fire alarm
Last night the fire alarm went off.
At 1:45 am.
Panic ensued for 15 minutes until we heard the announcement that it was a false alarm.
My first thought was about getting both of us dressed and out of the building. At least *sigh* we didn't have to carry a 25-pound dog down the stairs, too... :-(
My next thought was: SAVE THE MANUSCRIPT! (my work-in-progress).
As a result of last night's escapade, I've decided to keep the flash drive containing my WIP in my purse at all times when I'm not actually using it.
3. Other minor things
including no sound on my husband's computer and other problems with his new cell phone.
Although I love California, I'm not a big fan of Los Angeles. La La Land, the new musical fantasy movie, reveals both the car-clogged side I'm familiar with and a surreal fantasy perspective that lives in the dreams of aspiring artists.
The opening song and dance on the freeway shows the duality of the city and the duality of one's view of life. Most of those people stuck in traffic are on their way to dull jobs such as Mia's (Emma Stone) barista one, but dream of doing something creative; in her case, acting in movies. She meets Sebastian (Ryan Gosling), an aspiring jazz musician reduced to playing Jingle Bells on the restaurant's piano.
La La Land is visually stunning. The director shows Los Angeles in her best possible light, all twinkling lights seen from hilltops, a lonely pier at sunset, or a conveniently empty planetarium. We hardly ever see the traffic and highways and road rage. We do see the rejection and frustration, the conflict between selling out and being true to your ideals.
Most of the songs are forgettable, except for "City of Stars" and the haunting "Audition," which made me cry, much to my husband's surprise. He found La La Land "two hours of nothing." He felt there was no plot.
Maybe you have to be a creative person in order to get this movie. Although it has delightful songs and dances, it isn't as fluffy as it seems. It really made me think.
Is life a daily grind where talent is ignored or rejected over and over?