I haven't been writing much lately. It's not that there aren't things rattling in my brain – I keep thinking of things to write about when we're NOT near a computer, and then I get frustrated because our computer room is blistering hot when the temp is 80 or higher outside, the white deck reflecting all the sun through the sliding glass doors. One of the reasons I'm psyched about moving is that the house will be all on one floor, and is surrounded by grass, which is cooler.
Saturday, Fuzzy was still feeling really clingy, which is odd for him. Usually his stoic prairie farmboy, typical Midwestern Male who never reacts to anything, and is the strong rational one, so to see him needing me so much is jarring. Then, too, there's the fact that we didn't wish to bother with a rental, so we're driving our 1990 Camry, which we generally keep just for my parents to use when they're here. It's so low and zip-less after the now-deceased 2001 Forester, which, of course, we still have no word on. I hate holiday weekends!
Saturday on the way to do dinner and grocery shopping we were behind a truck/trailer that had a bag of ball-hitches hanging from the rear. To be specific, there were two hitches in the bag, positioned in such a way as to look just like a scrotum, which for some reason I found hysterically funny, but only for a few minutes. Of course, I had the song, “Do your balls hang low” stuck in my head for the rest of the evening.
Yesterday we went to the new (well, it's been open over a month now) Camera 7 cinema at the Pruneyard, which has a scaled down version of Willow Street Wood Fired Pizza inside. Yum! I know my great-grandfather would be rolling in his grave if he knew, but I had “Hawaiian” pizza (pineapple, canadian bacon). We then saw the remake of “The Importance of Being Earnest” with Colin Firth (*swoon*), Rupert Everett (whom I'd never seen in a straight role before), and Reese Witherspoon. It was both period, and done in a style to make it look old – purposely grainy, for example. But it was still hilarious. And I'm glad I wasn't disappointed, because it's been one of my favorite plays since my senior year of high school when we read it in AP English (let me tell you, reading plays out loud takes on a whole new dimension when you're in a Performing Arts school, and the people reading can actually ACT), and our teacher brought us cucumber sandwiches and tea.
We came home and played on our respective computers for a while, and then watched Fellowswhip of the Rings, on DVD, which was supposed to be Fuzzy's birthday present, but he really needed it this weekend.
Today, we might go see Signs, or we might not. It's hot, though, and I've told Fuzzy I actually want to go to the office for a bit, but he was pretty emphatic about wanting me not to. So, we shall see.