Just the regular morning chaos here: it’s raining (hard), our sheetrock is being delivered, my dogs are penned up in the laundry room howling, and I just slipped on the deck and busted my ass. Good morning!
(Okay, so maybe I could have said I just fell down, or slipped. But there’s falling down and there’s slipping and then there’s busting your ass, which, as we all know, it another matter entirely. I now am soaking wet and have scratches and welts all the way up my arm. And there’s the humiliation factor, as I am not entirely sure these guys with the sheetrock didn’t see me go down, flailing and shrieking. How embarrassing.)
Anyway. Onto other subjects, like…the post-holiday movie roundup. On Saturday, I finally got to Walk the Line, which I thought was GREAT, even though it felt a bit long to me towards the end. Joaquin Phoenix was fantastic, but Reese Witherspoon surprised me most: you just couldn’t take your eyes off her when she was on screen. Oscar-worthy, no joke. For both of them. The only thing I didn’t like was that the people in front of me talked through the ENTIRE movie, as if they were home on the couch and the rest of us actually cared about what they were saying. So frustrating.
Then, last night, I went to Rent, which I also thought was good but a bit too long. The clincher was that I looked at my watch not once but twice, always a bad sign: if I’m really into a movie, I don’t even notice the time. Then again, I never saw the musical, so maybe I missed something in the translation? It’s entirely possible. But I did tear up at the end, so I still recommend it. Now I just have to get to Pride and Prejudice and I’ll be all set. For this week, anyway.
Now, I’m off to try to quiet my dogs and put some ice on my arm. Man. I’m going to have bruises like you wouldn’t believe. I can’t tell people I slipped and fell on the deck, though. Maybe I’ll say I was wrestling mastadons. Or lifting a car off a baby. Or…..maybe not. Oh, well.