Too Quiet a Week
This makes twice this week that my post didn’t make it up by midnight the night before, but I have to blame the fact that, with it being vacation and all, not much is going on that I feel like writing about. My New Year’s party went fine, though my crowd cleared out right after midnight, a far cry from years past when we partied until the wee hours, leaving children as young as 3 to entertain themselves. (Not my 3-year-old; my youngest would have been 7 the year of the zombie children, and I think I might have gotten him into bed at 2 that year.)
This year, for some reason, starting with my second glass, the wine didn’t taste right to me, so, amazingly, I didn’t overimbibe. This really should have brought on the apocalypse, as plentiful amounts of red wine and a party at home nearly always result in a pretty serious buzz and a decidedly serious hangover the next day. But yesterday I woke up feeling peachy, which I suppose is a good thing. Once my kids left for their dad’s, I picked up a book and spent several hours on my Jeanie chair reading (see Freakin’ Furniture for a photo of the chair in question). I suppose that is a more productive way to start the new year than lolling in bed all day. But still, I do wish New Year’s eve had been a bit more self-destructive than it was.
In the mean time, I am faced with a house full of leftovers, and that’s not going very well. At least the red velvet cake is now out of the way (and yes, I’m afraid I “got rid of” it in a manner most unhealthy), and I sent the cheesecake with my boys. Today I am wondering how well I will face the various types of chocolate that are still lying around. After yesterday, I would predict “not well.”
As I have mentioned several times, I am connecting with a lot of people on Facebook, and folks are putting up lots of pictures from the old days. This made me think of the tape I have in my possession that features transfers of my father’s Super8 film footage from about 1967 until 1981. I watched it last night and am anxious to digitize parts of it onto my computer so I can share it with my hometown friends. I know how to do this, but apparently I have hurt a few things on computer, and the software I need to perform this transfer fails with an indecipherable error. I tried downloading an updated version of the software, and when I rebooted, my desktop was gone. Seeing your desktop background with nothing on it, not even the Windows toolbar, is not a happy sight.
Despite my father’s insistence that I didn’t have such a capability, I discovered that the Rescue & Recovery program that came with my laptop does do a system backup, so I was able to recover my system. I am blaming this fiasco in part for today’s late post, because it’s possible I might have written something last night while watching Jerry McGuire for the hundredth time had I had a working laptop.
This afternoon I am seeing Revolutionary Road. I’ll let you know how that goes. I have read the book, which is excellent though a bit dreary, but if anyone can bring it to life properly, it’s Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, and I do mean in that order. I don’t know if I can bear to spend two hours looking at two such heavenly creatures(pun intended, but you might need to be a Kate Winslet or Peter Jackson fan to get it). I might even head back into the theater to see Milk after dinner if I haven’t had enough.
Are you seeing anything this weekend? Write a comment with your review of one of the new movies. I saw Benjamin Button the other night against my will, but I quite liked it.
Have a good weekend hopefully in weather less frigid than we experienced here yesterday…
