Ari, mid jump
I think I've finally dialed in the perfect combination.
I took Ari and a couple of his friends to the cottage for 4 days. I actually love being up there with the kids - they have a great time, nobody gets up before noon, and I get the dock to myself for ages. The only time it gets a little squirrelly is in the evenings: it's not that I'm not up for hours and hours of poker and silly teenager games, it's just that....I'm not.
We have tons of VHS movies up there. Over a hundred, I believe. But because the TV and VCR are out in the main room, which is all open concept with the kitchen, it's impossible to sit and watch anything without being in the middle of it. Until now. I hauled up one of those combination TV/VCRs that were so popular years ago. Remember them? They looked kind of dorky, and the screens were necessarily small, so they really occupied a niche market. My bedroom at the cottage just became the perfect niche.
I plopped it on the dresser, and yay! Movies! Perfect picture, nothing to do but plug it in, and I could pretend I couldn't hear the music and laughter in the next room. That went on till 2am. Even though I yelled. Several times. And kept coming out to play poker.
Anyway. My movie list? Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Awesome, awesome movie. Fargo. Ditto. Apollo 13. Cheesy but I cried anyway. And, helloooooooo Ed Harris, I've missed you, baby. The Buddy Holly Story. If you've seen it, it's probably been awhile. Best thing Gary Busey ever did, I believe, and makes seeing him all banged up on that ridiculous Dr. Drew show even worse. Say Anything - reminded me to add John Cusack to the bench that Ed is sitting on.
Oh, and I also read the Keith Richards book. Whole thing, and it's massive. What a blast - whether you're a Stones fan or not, this book is a hoot. I learned a ton about guitar playing, too, even though I will never play one. But if I do, I'll be ready. First, I'll have to pile on the black eyeliner, run over my face with a tank, and talk like a pirate. Just like Keef.*
*Fact I Did Not Know: 'Keef' is not a slang for 'Keith'. When he was young, all his cousins (and he has a huge family) used to call him Cousin Beef. And that got shortened to Keef. Aren't you glad you checked in today?