D does all his OT (occupational therapy) as well as GPT (guitar playing therapy) and CPT (cat petting therapy), but his finger is still going to take a while to get back into the normal range. I admire his fortitude, and forbearance. He puts the lie to the men-are-bad-patients stereotype, which I have always hated as reactionary prejudice. Just ain't so. I'm much more wimpy about my poor auld back.
We managed to haul our agoraphobic asses out today, to see Juno. It's not for everyone, no. A small movie that doesn't seem to be doing much but show off clever dialogue, superficially Veronica Mars gets knocked up, it lingers in my mind. It seems to be about teenagers, and it is. Beneath that surface are the beating hearts of complicated characters doing the best they can with what they have. High strung, insouciant, varyingly committed to their lives and loves, half conscious of their motives and actions, reaching out, shutting off, suffering and surviving, being brave and acting brave, striving and resigning themselves all together. A messy story about love and life and the choices we make. With a funky little soundtrack.
Watching it, I thought about the Cusak movie High Fidelity, which I didn't like. A well made, well written piece about people I couldn't like. An excellent movie that I hated having seen. Juno might well be the antidote to it, the same film on the flipside, full of love and a desire to grow up, where High Fidelity was about undercutting love and staying irresponsible. Juno is also one of those rare stories where the most initially abrasive characters become, at the end, admirable and sympathetic. We are given the chance to understand how they are lovable, and why the other characters love them.
It's a hopeful little show.