I had two big deadlines last Wednesday, and I really had to scramble to make them. The few weeks leading up to it were also the start of school, and let's just say that things were pretty hectic around here!
So, last Thursday, with my next project not supposed to show up until Friday, I caught up on all the things around the house that had been neglected for a few weeks—I went to Costco and Trader Joe's, I did laundry, I paid bills, I might have even cleaned up a little clutter.
On Friday, I was alerted that my next project would be delayed until Monday. Which left me with a free day and no annoying errands or chores still to do!
So I decided to treat myself to a movie. I took myself to the matinee of "Blue Jasmine" and did not have to share my popcorn with anyone. I probably could have picked any of a dozen other movies that would have been less soul-crushing, but I'm still glad I saw it. Cate Blanchett is positively mesmerizing in the title role, as a woman whose life has completely fallen apart around her (her husband, played smarmily by Alec Baldwin, is a Bernie Madoff type). She was thoroughly believable, and it was heart-breaking to watch her and pity her while also having some scorn for her—though not as much as I might have if she hadn't been played so convincingly. Thumbs up on this one, for sure.
That afternoon I read my New Yorker magazine on the same day it arrived (unheard of!), then caught up on the previous month's worth of them. Such a luxury!
Now I'm back to the grind, with another new project on top of the one I expected on Monday, so I don't know when I'll get a true day off like that again.
Oh, while I have you: Saturday night I suggested to Andy that we try Barcelona, a newish tapas/wine bar in Brookline. It was fantastic! We ordered a whole bunch of tapas, and Andy of course had to get the suckling pig, which we hadn't seen on a menu since we were in Madrid a couple of decades ago. Everything was delicious, and I think we could have easily made entirely different menu choices and still been pleased. Although now I know that Andy will never split the Paella for Two with me as he promised for "next time," because there is no way he will ever not get the suckling pig. As delicious as it was—and it was—I think I could easily subsist on those crispy roasted potatoes.