Things have been a bit odd with the truck off the road. The trash cans did not fit in the trunk of the rented car (let me mention that as a problem with the mid-sized Ford Focus, in case anyone is car shopping), so we’re packing trash a bit tighter trying to make it through to Wednesday (the collection center is only open twice a week) and hoping the truck will be back by then.
Meanwhile, we celebrated the birthday of one of our houseguests–the one who is most one of the family–by going out to dinner and a movie. Everyone seemed to enjoy the movie, and I won’t say it was time or money wasted. I had never been to a three-dimensional movie before, and I had heard that the technology had improved significantly; The Nightmare Before Christmas, however, is a very familiar film to me, one of the household favorites which I have heard playing in the other room four or five times as often as I have actually watched it, which is quite frequently, as I am certain we have gone through two tapes of it and probably purchased a disk. Three-dimensional effects are interesting, but after the first half hour I, short on sleep already, was snoozing in the theatre, up to the climactic moment after which I watched the rest. It’s a good movie well done, but I didn’t really need to see it again, and ten minutes would have been sufficient to show me what the polarized projectors could do.
After that it took quite a few hours to get home, because we had to make a number of stops including a certain chain bookstore where we were to acquire a certain movie loved by my wife but not easy to find. Along with it, we acquired about eighty dollars worth of books–rather, if their pricing is to be taken at face value, a hundred fifteen dollars worth of books for eighty dollars. I might read one of them; I will undoubtedly watch the movie, although not because I choose to.
Topping off a fine weekend, I believe that Red Robin, where we had our birthday dinner, must grill turkey burgers alongside beef burgers. My physical intolerance of turkey is so severe that even exposure so slight as that can make me rather ill, and I’ve spent twenty-four hours with rather disruptive digestive complications. It seems to be passing, thankfully, but I’m fortunate that I did not have to go far for long today.
I’ve a vague notion that I got a bit of work done, here and there. I did some editing on the Romans notes; I did some work on the Multiverser second edition. It isn’t much, but it’s something.
Speaking of something, I should move forward to the rest of today’s work.
–M. J. Young