My beloved and I had a little getaway last night. Our room got upgraded to a private villa with a jacuzzi and a fireplace. Definitely nice.
Late last night we watched the movie Papillon on TV. I had heard of it, but never seen it, and it really intrigued me. What is it that makes me love prison escapes? I’ve seen Escape From Alcatraz, Midnight Express, Shawshank Redemption, and probably some others I can’t remember, and it generally doesn’t seem like the sort of thing I’d like, since I hate violence, but somehow I can’t stop watching these. There’s just something about the indomitable spirit of man triumphing over an evil system that makes it a real thrill. This one, of course, is even better, since the guy proclaims his innoncence throughout.
Now I’d like to read the book Papillon. And I’m SO glad I saw the movie first so that I would know how to pronounce the name. It drives me nuts to read books with names I don’t know how to pronounce. I spend way too much time trying out different pronunciations. (Anybody else, or is this just my little private quirk? Somehow I can’t relax and enjoy the story until I know how to say it. It’s Pah-pee-YOHN, rhymes with phone, for those who wanna know)
I just spent some time reading up on Devil’s Island, which was really interesting. It’s hard to comprehend, in our sheltered life, that prisons like that could have ever existed, (and probably still do.) I always wonder how there could be enough incredibly cruel people to staff a place like that–a prison or a concentration camp. What kind of warped mind could handle the guilt? Or are they so deceived that they feel no guilt? Hard to imagine.
My son is going to have his twelfth birthday in a few days, and I have NO idea what on earth to get him for a gift. Does anyone else know a child who hardly ever mentions any wants? All my other kids have lots of things they’d like at any given time. He has none. How are we ever going to buy this boy a gift? Anybody have ideas?