One Sixteenth

Sixteen hours and 43 minutes

Sixteen hours and 42 minutes.

Sixteen hours and 41 minutes.

If you're counting, yes, that means I have tickets for the 2 pm show.

Sixteen hours and 40 minutes.

Not that I'm excited, or anything.

Frankly, I'm not even sure I should go. The preview alone, when I saw it in the theater, was almost more than I could take.

::::::takes deeeeeep breath::::::

Okay. Oh, hello. How are you all? How long have you been there? How nice to see you again! Sorry that I have not blogged really anything in the last couple of weeks. My husband has been home, and that tends to ... well ... keep me from blogging, at least. So I have not been an acting single parent in about two weeks now, which is nice. As for health, we've mostly been in limbo: not actually well, but not actually sick, either. Many runny noses and coughs, but no actual infections or flu. I'll take it and be thankful. Hopefully we can stay this way, or better.

I'm almost done Christmas shopping. I always want it to be Yule/Solstice shopping but it's not, it's Christmas shopping. We made big plans for the Solstice. The Jeff thought he was going to be gone so we cancelled them. Now he's not going to be gone. So I don't know what we're doing.

Susie and I went to see Master and Commander yesterday, sans spouses and kids. I wrote a blog post about that last night, and thought I posted it, but somehow it got sent to la-la land instead. My husband had come and typed in the middle of it, insinuating that I went to see Russell Crowe, and not the movie.

Hmph. I did so watch the movie. It had boats in it.

I'm pretty sure about that.

Seriously, though, it was a fun movie. Billy Boyd is in it too, which unfortunately was more of a distraction for me. I couldn't see him as his character. Everytime he came onscreen I thought "Oh look, there's Pippin!" Poor guy. I also kept expecting to see Styles and Matthews, or some other character out of Horatio Hornblower.

I also thought the Hornblower shows are better in terms of story craft. Master and Commander had great special effects, but if you haven't seen Hornblower yet, and if you're remotely interested in 1800s naval warfare (or just Welsh guys in uniform), these are not to be missed. Okay, you could read the books, too. They're generally good books (the writing is uneven), and fun to read, but then you don't get the whole Welsh guy aspect.

Hey wouldn't it be great if someone gave me the Hornblower DVDs for Christmas, or my birthday?

I took a break, and came back to posting. Fourteen hours, 45 minutes.

Lest I appear to have a one-track mind, I bought this book about the winter solstice and now I see that Amazon's price is considerably lower than what I paid. Don't you hate that? It's fabulous. If you have any interest in the history and worldwide traditions that surround the winter solstice, including Christian traditions, this is a great book.

Fourteen hours, 35 minutes.

On a completely different topic, you know what else I don't have on DVD? I don't have the Extended Edition of Fellowship. That would make a nice Christmas or birthday present too, I think.

And on yet another topic, let me tell you about the cute thing Griffin did today. He's three, remember. He came into the room holding a little wire ring, like you put keys on. He said "Mom, here da wing!" I said "Oh, what ring?" He replied "Fwodo wing."

I know. I can see you coming with the tranq gun now. All of you. It's okay, I'll go quietly.

Just make sure the drugs wear off and I'm awake in, oh, fourteen hours, 25 minutes.

Posted by Steph at December 16, 2003 11:35 PM