Friday. Instead of skipping out on San Francisco for a Guinness with the usual crew last night we decided to get together at Roy's, an easy for me five minute drive toward the downtown, and I found myself back at the apartment somewhat later in the evening two Guinness to the wind, good and ready to turn in then by ten.
They've been saying rain today for the last two days and I've been repeating it here like a parrot, but now I see they're saying cloudy, rain in patches perhaps, so the mural launching I committed to in San Francisco later this afternoon is probably on. Well, maybe I'll show up if the sun is out or the clouds don't look threatening. A cloudy day that throws no shadows is good photography weather.
I had two shirts arrive yesterday I'd ordered from Land's End some time back (a third off, free shipping), these with a fifteen inch neck and a thirty-five inch sleeve. I tried one on. It fit. It would even button comfortably at the collar, although that's not something I've cared about and have often ordered shirts in the past knowing they wouldn't button to keep the body from looking like a tent.
I now have a closet full of shirts that are no longer any fun to wear. Not too big to wear, some are, but after trying on one of these, well, there's a really big difference. Plenty of room to stretch and such, but that's it. Gain ten pounds and they wouldn't fit. They're awesome if only in the sense I haven't had a feeling like this in wearing a button down collar shirt in years. If ever. The experience is a kick.
Later. Back from breakfast and the supermarket (cat food) thinking I must have gotten enough sleep and then took what turned into a three hour nap. Three hours seems like an overly long nap for someone who thinks he's getting his sleep. A drive then over to get a blood test to see if the changes they've made to the thinner have worked (they called later to say they had), here at the apartment now contemplating the two o'clock Alice in Wonderland playing at the Grand Lake theater down the street. Debating. If I'm debating going to a movie a five minute walk from my house, I'm obviously not going to make a mural showing in San Francisco later at three, so whatever I got from that three hours earlier, it didn't get me pumped.
Later still. While driving to breakfast I listened to a review of Alice on the car radio and the reviewer didn't like it very much. Reading the Chronicle, Times and Tribune over breakfast I found their reviewers didn't like it very much either. I wonder if they've lost something over the years, holding Alice to some cranky movie critic's standard that's lost any fun.
No, it's not the greatest thing since sliced bread and the plot is entirely predictable, but I found the individual scenes and quirky acting thoroughly enjoyable, a good addition to the Wonderland canon. What were they expecting, the original? So I recommend it. Don't look for the skies to open or TRUTH in great big capital letters to light you like the dawn, but expect to have an enjoyable time. In 3D. So there.