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17 September 2006
a quiet weekend. fine with me. the week seemed tiring and we played almost all of last weekend. my poet has been on sort of a DVD binge, bringing free films home from the library, now that we have discovered powerbook theatre on the coffee table. it is sort of fun, as i haven’t watched many movies in the past few years. but i do wonder if i am going to have to take up crochet or something … as an option to popcorn-eating. he has been bringing home french films mostly. i asked when we might see spanish films? so on friday night we had a portuguese film. The Travel Picture. UGH! i know the director is experienced and respected, but it was AWFUL! duller than dog-do, then suddenly, boom! it’s over. (literally). it was like going to an art school event. being bored to tears, then thrown something to startle and attempt to evoke an extreme emotional response. we couldn’t believe we watched the whole thing! portuguese is a very very different language than spanish. now, i understand. yesterday it was hot and windy. i didn’t leave the house. cleaning and chores reigned. some artTable time. bringing up fall clothes. another movie - Seaside. much better. today it is cold and gray, with the threat of rain. but a long walk seemed essential. we walked to the river, downtown, Indian buffet, more walking, then home. now it is nap time and the finishing of a project that i can’t write about. not that i think for a second that margaret reads this journal, but just in case …
it is so peaceful here today.