TGIF

I had a dream last night that I decided to return to the M-F 9-5 workaday world.  Probably because it's raining and we're semi-housebound.  The dream was a rehash of all the nonsensical, mundane things one does in this alternate universe.  All of the self-important industry-speak that means very little but shows how adept you are at adopting the corporate line.  The big thing was, I couldn't actually figure out what this job entailed, and what this company produced.  The saving grace was that I realized I didn't have to stay here if it were all bullshit.  

Last night we watched a remarkable movie called Free Men.  In Paris during the German occupation, an Algerian immigrant decides to join the French Resistance after befriending a Jewish man.  Damn, but those French make compelling movies.  Are we just seeing the cream of the crop, or do French filmmakers turn out as much trash as Hollywood?  Anwhooo, it did occur to us, several times, that nobody in the USA knows what tough times are.  Okay, that's a bit of an overstatement, but the point is, I'm not having gun battles in the streets with SS officers, watching my compatriots shot down, hanged and deported to death camps.  In this movie, the Algerian, Muslim, Jewish, French and German cultures smash together with explosive results.  How very little things have changed since the occupation.  The influx of Muslim immigrants to France in the 1930s was considerable.   Ring any bells?

So, I shall embrace my Spirit Animal today, thank the heavens for this bounty of water falling from the sky, and appreciate the profound simplicity and calm that is my life.  And maybe do some laundry.

Have a lovely weekend.