Dreamed of waiting in a parking lot near a subway station on the Bloor-Danforth line (to the west) for a friend to drive me home; Pierre Trudeau's 100th birthday (he only lived to be 81).
Baked gingerbread in the convection oven for the first time. (Father had to show me how.)
Dinner was pot roast.
Opened a new pair of contacts. I had to open two left lenses because I lost one of them.
Saw Peter Mullan's The Magdalene Sisters at the Music Hall, about "impure" teenage girls doing slave labour in an abusive Irish convent. It was well made, but basic and unsubtle in a not unpredictable way. It's more than just an indictment of the Catholic church; it indicts Irish society as a whole. From seeing this and reading Angela's Ashes, I get the impression that the Irish are a "little" people. Graham Greene said that Catholics are capable of greater evil than other people. Geraldine McEwan, who played the nasty Mother Superior, had an odd resemblance to Alan Cumming. [If people think they're saving you from the fires of hell, whatever they do to you will seem like the lesser evil...]
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