A good choice was made for me last night. Yesterday I went to the mailbox and found a package had arrived from my friend H. It contained a DVD copy of the movie The World’s Fastest Indian, which opens today. Sending the screening copy to us was part of Hugh’s attempt to court the motorcycle racing community and as my husband runs a website devoted to the sport, it was a logical idea.
So the family gathered ‘round the electronic hearth last night to watch it and I have to admit, it’s been ages since I’ve been so surprised by a movie. As the story unfolded, I kept expecting terrible things to happen. I kept expecting every minor little conflict, setback or ordeal to flare up in typical Hollywood overblown fashion. I half expected someone would try to rip off Anthony Hopkins’ fingernails with a pliers, after having seen Syriana—oh, not literally, but I was sure somehow, in some way, my sensibilities were going to be violently asssaulted.
And they were not.
Nothing bad happened, and I can’t tell you the many ways in which nothing bad happened, because finding that out for yourself will be a pleasure, should you decide to see the movie.
Has this one film restored my faith in humanity? Faith has been trickling back in on a daily basis since the dark day of December's previous post. I was ill for a while, physically so, with tremendous, unnatural fatigue and a rash under my eyes and on my neck, exacerbated by my computer monitor, of all things, so that, in part, explains my absence. The doctor tested me for thyroid problems and lupus, but test results were fine, and she was stumped. Only I knew how badly my immune system had been impaired, and the reasons why. There wasn’t anything to do but take convalescing into my own hands.
Convalesce is such a lovely word. It was rolling around in my brain one morning, so much so that I rose early from slumber just to look up its etymology. It’s from the Latin and means “to begin to grow strong.” In the effort to regain a sturdy immune system, I have turned to sunlight and pure food, rest and reading old favorites. The World Fastest Indian did nothing to mar my progress and, if blogging is any indication of health, it certainly gave me a boost of strength.
Thank you, Hugh!
9:19:25 AM 
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