Whee!

Or Wii.

Michael and I were up in the city this weekend, a weekend that went remarkably smoothly in terms of juggling all the different people and responsibilities. I was thoroughly pleased that he slept fully in my bedroom, which, since I moved away to college by the time my parents bought this place, has never really been my bedroom. And he seemed to be happy to be around my parents, even though he absolutely refused any conversation about his employment or life goals or the like. The weather cooperated marvelously and we had a great time scooting around town on little walks--no death marches this time, only placid strolls.

The highlight, however, was the discovery of the wii. While we were waiting for George, Michael's friend, to figure out if we were all invited to Jason's anniversary hullabaloo, we played tennis, and a bit of baseball (i.e. home run derby) on his wii. I wasn't expecting much, but I adored it. I am now on a campaign to acquire one. First of all, we made little mes for each other and they are perfection--as much as a crude caricature can be. His is smirky and mine is so small and excitable that she/me tumbles about trying to get to the ball. I do get awfully sour when I play poorly, and my right shoulder was awfully sore from trying out vicious overheads, but oh oh, so much thrilling excitement.

THE LISTS

to do work: Rewrite from beginning through performatic writing section. start organizing files.
done! revising away.

to do life: Pay down debt (currently $2,326.09). Procure dog. Redo taxes. Do fafsa. Send siff letter. Repot ginko tree and cactus. Call kombucha makers re bottle recyclying. Read Theri's paper. Fix beddinge with new screw. Put away clothes and fruit. Journal.
done! Paid down some debt, now currently $1,328.09. Journaled. Put away the fruit.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, dar, nv, robin, fl, ek, sf, marzena, thérèse, hen.
blitzed!

Netflixed: In the Time of the Wolf. Continuing my obsession with Hanecke. Perhaps I'm getting inured to his style, but I found this less jaw-clenchingly difficult to watch than The Piano Teacher or Cache. It was painful and sad but less dramatic, somehow. Perhaps it seemed inevitable that the little nuclear family would settle into a community and would lose their individuality and terrible things would necessarily happen to them because how could they not in a post-apocalyptic state. But it was also so attentive to the small generosities that people perform, even grudgingly, for one another. The grey palate of the film was also brilliant--not night and not day, always fully uncertain morally and logistically. But the bottom line is that I've got to get to the firing range: the way things are going, the best investment is bottled water and guns.