| Poem for Sunday |
[Mar. 8th, 2009|12:47 am] |
( Recuperation from the Sunk Love Through the Aegis of Christ and Isaac Babel )
It was a ridiculously beautiful Saturday -- almost too warm, 70s in the afternoon -- and I had a bunch of stops I had to make before we could go enjoy it. Daniel was at robotics nearly all day, while Adam volunteered at Hebrew in the morning, and I'd intended to get computer stuff out of the way early but my desktop decided to have an epic crash and has continued to operate at an insanely slow speed.
So I didn't get anywhere till after lunch, at which point I had to stop at the mall, which was ridiculously crowded for a beautiful weekend while the economy is so terrible; don't all those teenagers and mothers with babies have places outdoors they could enjoy without spending money? But I picked up my new reading glasses, which is a very very good thing, then we went with younger son and his best friend to Huntley Meadows. There were hundreds of little frogs peeping, dozens of geese flying in pairs, numerous birds singing, a couple of bullfrogs guarding their eggs, many ducks swimming, generally gorgeous.
( Huntley Meadows )
We watched Brideshead Revisited -- last year's movie version, which I watched a couple of days ago with ![[info]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif) dementordelta -- because apaulled hadn't seen it and younger son had only seen the end. It's still not a terrific adaptation, with a forgettable Julia and a toned-down Sebastian, and it seems much more anti-Catholic than I remember from the miniseries since we never experience Lady Marchmain's faith as anything but a convenient means to manipulate her family, but it's very, very pretty. I could watch the first half-hour at Oxford and Castle Howard over and over.
Clocks back! Early to bed! |
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