Mon, Apr. 25
... It opened up my eyes
Mmmm. It feels like summer. Love it!
Kim and I spent Saturday night enjoying (basking?) in the weather. Hanging out in Kensington, eating gelato, perusing various used bookstores, and then, when it got too late for any of that anymore, we went to The Interpreter.
And, in the course of those hours, I had a few significant revelations. One, it's fun to be a little bit of a travel snob sometimes. Not too much, but every now and then, like saying that the last place I had gelato was in Paris, and that we went to two of the best gelateries in Rome.
Two, I really, really like Sean Penn. I think he's a great actor, and I really enjoyed him in The Interpreter. His face is just so expressive--every single tic or little motion is significant, and everything he does with his face adds to his expression. He's got great life-lines on his face. Not wrinkles, per se, but lines--the kind that show that he's really lived life.
And, I have more decorating ideas. Not for this next house; for my own house. My house now just keeps getting messier and messier, as I try to get things packed. This is the worst part, though. It's impossible for it to be tidy, and everything just has to get worse before it gets better.
Oh well. It'll all be over in a week, and half of my belongings will be in storage (again), and the rest will be on their way to being unpacked at yet another new house. Oy. I can't wait to be home.
In the meantime, I'm going back outside into the sunshine. Even though it's 6:30, and still April, it's warm enough to drive with the windows down and the music turned up.
Ciao!
One year ago today: More than that, though, are the evidences in our lives. The ways we've encouraged each other, challenged each other, helped each other grow, loved each other, fought for and against each other; the times when we've competed, worked hard, were disappointed and elated, celebrated with each other, cried with each other, laughed with each other; the days that we didn't think we'd make it to the end, and the days when we were floating on air; the assignments, scenes, papers, and shows that we worked on together; the homes we've lived in, the tours we've been on, the meals we've eaten... all these memories we've made, all these ways that we've touched each other's lives.
infinite || abyss
posted at 6:01 p.m.
