Modern love

Cathy, Paul, John and I finally watched Her last weekend – for me a disturbing look at what passes for modern love in the fairly near future.

The movie is excellently crafted and acted. I loved the slightly odd men’s clothing – well, the quiet detail to show a difference, at least; the high-waisted men’s pants were rather hideous but the small button-down collars were just different enough to add to the futuristic feel.

But I found it depressing and sad overall, just as I do the concept of “singularity,” which John and our friend Rich find exciting and fascinating. Just as I did the 2001 movie, A.I. (which I rather despised, despite watching it more than once because it’s creepily, car-wreckish-can’t-look-away).

TLotHAnd a little scary, as I found the Inger Stevens’ episode of The Twilight Zone, “The Lateness of the Hour,” in which she discovered she was a robot. Gave me the creeps as a little girl – and probably nightmares.

The grandkids are all so technologically savvy – they seem to have been born knowing how to work a computer. Silas at 13 months is adept at FaceTime calling.

But I take heart in their appreciation of quiet time and the power of imaginative play and story-telling. Had Sylvia and I not spent a considerable chunk of time Saturday afternoon sitting on the floor quietly playing with a 1977, no frills Fisher Price doll house I bought recently, watching Her that night might have made me feel even ickier.

Humanity prevails, at least for now, and modern love, at least when it comes to grandkids, seems relatively unchanged.

The human touch is still strong in other ways. Sunday I popped into work for a moment (at Esse Purse Museum), and Morgan had gotten me a present and written a sweet note. What a nice surprise! And what a perfect gift.

I’m the queen of sticky notes, and she said when she saw this, she knew I had to have it.

Isn't this cute? Morgan said it had my name on it – and resembled the Anya Sushko bag in our store that I hope to own someday. Thoughtful girl, that Morgan Hill.

Isn’t this cute? Morgan said it had my name on it – and resembled the Anya Sushko bag in our store that I hope to own someday. Thoughtful girl, that Morgan Hill.

Yesterday, my coworker and South Main Vintage Market partner Sandy Griffith brought me a surprise gift, too!

Sandy made me this memory/photo album for mementos from our anniversary trip this year.

Sandy made me this memory/photo album for mementos from our anniversary trip this year. Beautiful, oui?

I’m a lucky gal to be surrounded by great folks at a fun job.

John and I also got a beautiful – in more ways than physical – gift this week, too. For years, John’s mother sent us an amaryllis at Christmas. Now she’s not really aware of holidays, but her gifts continue to make us feel her love.

Two bulbs from two Christmases long ago decided to bloom in tandem this week, reminding us that though life fades away, love goes on.

Two bulbs from two different Christmases long ago decided to bloom in tandem this week, reminding us that though life fades away, love goes on.

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