Whenever I open my refrigerator, eau d'turkey wafts out. Given the amount of
cayenne I used in the seasoning, and the amount Rudder smeared on the outside of
the turkey, it's a fairly large-sized wafting. Rudder treacherously finished the
leftover salad last night without saving me any *pout* but I made up a batch of
bowties and kasha that will last a while. We've still got some of the pots-au-
creme left, too, as well as the very tasty Pepperidge Farm cookies, delicate
wafers rolled up and stuffed with chocolate, that I bought to go with the custard.
T2 and Egret were supposed to come over in an hour or so, to work on
lighting up the double for the Christmas Boat Parade they're having over on Town
Lake. However, T2's on the phone with Rudder right now, and it sounds like the
food poisoning the poor boy woke up with on Thanksgiving morning, of all the
rotten timing, may actually be a virus and is still with him. Poor
thing.
Yesterday, we went to see the Harry Potter movie, my second
time and Rudder's first. He liked it as much as I did, I think. He hasn't read the
books, but listened to the audio version of book 1 on one of our long trips a
while back. I'd have gotten the other books for our recent siege of regattas, but
the library copies are booked for months ahead, and I didn't want to spend the
money to buy them. One may be in the offing for one of Rudder's Chanukah presents,
however, if we do decide to do a long trip at Christmas.
I have been
meaning to write about how irked I am at the movie critics' reaction to Harry
Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. They all seem to be spouting the same idea
(follow the party line; it saves thinking) that the movie sticks "too closely" to
the book. What was that again? Here we have a brilliant and well-beloved book,
known practically by heart to its legions of young fans, and some older ones as
well. It has vivid descriptions and fast-moving action scenes. The movie-makers
have stuck to the original story-line, omitted and conflated scenes whenever
possible in order to fit within the confines of a movie length, transformed the
descriptions into beautiful and evocative images, and used so many special effects
that the credits list studio after studio after studio. And, uncommonly among
movies with such effects, all of the actors range from competent to brilliant, by
universal acclaim. And these peabrained philistines are saying the movie wasn't
good enough because it should have been less like the book???
Anyone
who thinks the Wizard of Oz movie was improved by the ending that says it was all
a dream, is in greater need of a heart than the Tin Man ever
was.
Today I am thankful for: the friendships we have
developed over the past year with T2 and Egret.
CII Holiday
Challenge: 1805359 meters left to go.