It was not a memorable day, but I want to talk about a movie I watched tonight.
I had to work all day , not my usual 6 hours, so when I got home I started dinner even before I changed clothes. That's not typical. Usually I check email and futz around in my room, then drag myself down to the kitchen and ponder whether Mother and Michael would eat a grilled cheese for dinner again. Tonight I felt guilty about feeding them tuna salad last night and french toast Saturday night, so I made meatballs, mashed potatoes, and a green salad. Not bad, although I needed more olive oil in the salad.
Michael hung around the house all day in his PJ's. He's still coughing, poor kid. This is the last day of antibiotic. I hope he gets better soon. He feels better, but not 100%.
I am making him do some schoolwork every day, since he got behind from missing three days last week.
About a week ago, Mike and I went to our favorite flea market and found a bunch of DVDs on sale. I got an old favorite, Something's Gotta Give, starring Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson. It was one of the first movies Alesia saw in 2005 after we moved into the house, and she started calling Nicholson "Heart Attack Man," because his character in the movie has a heart attack. At the time, I thought it was a cute, funny movie.
Now, since I am a lot closer to being in my 50's, I finally get the movie. It makes total sense. I applaud Diane Keaton's character. I must admit, though, I cringed during many of the love scenes. There's an awful lot of kissing in the movie. You can tell it was written and directed by a woman.
Unfortunately, too, I saw a promo on one of the morning show's for Diane Keaton's new book, Then Again, which is a memoir. The promo said something like "Diane Keaton's new book about being bulimic." So all I could think of during the kissing scenes was ugh, I hope she brushed her teeth a lot, or poor Heart Attack Man... And only now, a few minutes ago, did I read the reviews on Amazon of the book. It's about her mother and her life, not just about being bulimic. Good lord, how the media distorts everything.
I have now come to several conclusions, based on this movie.
1. Rich people wear a lot of khaki and linen.
2. Northern beaches are filled with rocks. How bizarre. We have shells and soda cans here in the south.
3. Women directors [like Nancy Meyers] make everybody kiss a lot.
4. Keanu Reeves cannot quite pull off playing an intelligent character. I don't care. I love to look at him. [Does that make me shallow?! Who cares.]
5. Restaurants define civilization. Every important scene in the movie [but two] takes place in a restaurant.
