When I got to The Grandmother's yesterday morning she was still in bed and feeling very puny. I stayed most of the day. I couldn't get her to eat anything. It's very frustrating when she's like this. I left for a while but went back over there after our paid helper had come and gone. The Grandmother's back was hurting a lot. I got her to bed, and she said she'd be ok, so I came on home. I wish... I wish she had eaten right all along, because she wouldn't be as bad off now. I wish she had agreed to throw in with us financially so we could've bought a house where she could live with us. I wish... but wishing doesn't make it so.
Today is The Evil Sister's birthday, and I wish somehow she knew what these last few years have been like for me, and I wish she knew how The Grandmother (my mother and The Evil Sister's mother, too) was doing and how much difference it would make if she would actively involve herself in The Grandmother's care or maybe even contact her on Mother's day or her birthday or Christmas, or any time. But again, wishing doesn't make it so. And besides, The Evil Sister doesn't care.
Not that I'm bitter or anything.
While I was there I just sat with The Grandmother and flipped channels on the tv. Eventually I found Escape from New York just starting. It is a 1981 science fiction movie directed by John Carpenter and starring Kurt Russell, Lee Van Cleef (you can't go wrong there), Ernest Borgnine, Donald Pleasence, Isaac Hayes, Harry Dean Stanton and Adrienne Barbeau (who has a Star Trek connection). The World Trade Center towers figure prominently in the film. It was just the thing for me. The Grandmother slept through it.
Moria praises the casting and special effects and says it's "one of the first science fiction/action hybrids" and "one of the most witty and stylish of these sf/action films". The New York Times calls it "by far Mr. Carpenter's most ambitious, most riveting film to date". Slant Magazine has a review describing it as "timeless activist cinema".