Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I arose at six am today in solidarity with my daughter-in-law, as my grandson was done with sleep at that point. Fortunately, he slept through the night, though he hardly slept the night before, when she was away for work. He has hardly let her out of his sight or arms since she returned. It's sweet, but I can't really help, except by being nearby and awake when she is. Grandma is the old flavor of the month. We met our daughter and family at a nearby park, and we all had a nice time, on the playground, walking around the lake looking at ducks, geese, turtles and fish. There was a wedding taking place in the flower garden and it looked so lovely. After we headed home and had lunch, all the adults spent some time napping while the toddler did. I am reading a thriller called "Falling" by a former flight attendant, but even that couldn't keep me awake. Then my son and I had a discussion about scary movies, mostly about ones we knew we couldn't see, but also ones we regretted seeing. For me those include: Silence of the Lambs, The Shining, Clockwork Orange, and Misery. I wish I could get those entirely out of my head. Luckily, I avoided Psycho, the later Shymalan films, all the horror ones and ghost stories. I love Stephen King, and can read some of his books I cannot watch films of, like Carrie, but I'm careful. We agreed we would never see Get Out again and refuse to see Us. Know thy limits, I say.