How can I even begin to tell you about my weekend? Start at the beginning, I suppose.
We found out on Friday that Matt Allen is, in fact, faking the funk. With his sudden absence in our life, we managed to go to the gym (arms and chest, of course, because I'm still WEARING THE BRACE), blow a Benjamin at the grocery, and then get to the Case Film Society to see American Splendor.
The movie was fantastic. As it tells the story of a Cleveland-based comic book author, as we were walking back to the car TW asked me if I thought we would look back on our "youthful days in Cleveland" with fondness. I'm glad to be here because here is where TW is, but other than that, not likely.
On the subject of The Wife, on Sunday we learned that a return to Boston when she's done with this part of schooling is getting a little more likely. Folks there who may be in a position to decide such things are interested in pulling her back.
Anyhows, the movie reminded me of all the great comics TV would draw back circa high-school-era. I know that free time to be creative is at a premium for him these days, but I wanted to make sure he had the tools to create if the mood struck him. So, and at this point I'm giving up on chronology, Saturday afternoon we ducked into an art supply store, where-in I picked up a nice pencil, sketch pad, and some inking pens. Those items are in a Priority Mail pack right now waiting to be dropped off at the Menner Post Office.
Coming out of the art shop we saw Rockie, on his way to drink.
Most of Saturday, before hitting up the art shop, was spent at the sunny County Library out on Mayfield, studying in the infrequently-trafficked Audio Book Room.
But the real fun was Sunday! We slept in, TW made eggs, then we hit up the Shaker Lakes Nature Center for a walk. Among the critters spotted were many squirrels and a red-winged blackbird. After our walk, we went to a Brunch at a classmate's of TW's house. Being the drunks we are we brought mimosa makings. No one else had done this, we were the only people organized enough to have purchased their booze before Sunday. We met a friend of the classmate's who had a fantastically annoying predilection to misusing words that sound similar - she mentioned that someone was "getting a lot of slack" when she meant "flack", for example.
After a polite hour at the brunch we returned home to gear up for EGG DYING. DWAN, the Furn, and later Gwyn came over. A dozen eggs were dyed. PAAS, those cheap bastards, no longer include the white crayon in the EGG DYING KIT.
After we finally ran the last of the houseguests out Sunday evening, we settled into the living room, watching Butch Cassidy while I worked on a paper. As we were preparing for bed I was surprised to realize that Tom Selleck, Robert Redford, and Burt Reynolds are all different people. They'd all blurred into one mustache in my mind.
News from AMBIA INDIANA! I spoke with my father yesterday, where he told me NOT ONE BUT TWO exciting things that happened in his town (population 300). First, a pack of WILD COYOTES had come through, terrorizing the town. In the words of Dad, "and their howl chills you right to the bone." Creepy, pops. And, secondly, the house across the street from his was (intentionally) burned down. It was used as a training exercise for the local Fire Department. He sat on his porch with a cup of coffee to watch.
Media consumed! This weekend, in addition to American Splendor, we watched Princess Mononoke and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (THAT is where Redford got all his cash?!) and I read the first third of our Book Club Book, Oryx and Crake.
Posted by msouthwo at April 12, 2004 02:47 PM