Ahhh. My last weekend of vacation has started well.
Yesterday I wandered into town along the waterfront, then gathered a stack of free comics from the three comic stores along Johnson Street. I came home and watched Amelie followed by Beetlejuice. The kid took a long afternoon nap and the three of us went out to the late showing (9:40) of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The kid was so well-behaved I was stunned. The movie was less stunning. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone who hadn't read the books or at least seen the BBC miniseries. That said, it was entertaining enough that I didn't feel cheated (though the lines that got the most laughs were lifted straight from the original novels). Sam Rockwell was, as always, fabulous in his performance of Zaphod Beeblebrox and Martin Freeman provided a fine interpretation of Arthur Dent.
Late last night (yes, after we returned from the movie) I finally finished reading Enchantment by Orson Scott Card -- it's based on the seed of the Sleeping Beauty story as retold through Russian folktales from a modern linguist's perpective. Wait, that makes it sound amazingly dull. How about this: a guy goes back to visit his homeland in the Ukraine and ends up crossing a magical bridge, kissing and waking a princess, and going back to her world in the ninth century. Really, Card is a master storyteller; I only wish I'd discovered his work earlier as it is going to take me a long time to catch up.
This morning I awoke to the kid joyfully shouting, "Mommy! It's Mother's Day!" followed by some strong coffee and both savory and sweet stuffed crepes served up by my hubby. This afternoon promises an early dinner of KFC with my Mother-in-Law (my Mom is in Ottawa with my brother this week) followed by a lazy night of television.
Tomorrow, it's back to work. Sigh.