Long Weekend

Between long car rides, visits with in-laws and friends, between malls and making pizzas and eating and sleeping and cuddling with a disoriented tired baby at one in the morning - I've managed to hide for an hour here and there, beneath a blanket to read lovely short stories.

I'm falling more and more in love with short works - especially as my time is so limited. There's a real sense of accomplishment in reading something from start to finish. It's wonderful.

In the midst of our whirlwind weekend we watched The Station Agent with friends. It was a last minute selection after hemming and hawing around the video store for twenty minutes (and wrenching the men from their hopes of bringing home spoof-movies involving low-quality actors portraying murderous zombies. Ugh.)

It's rare thesedays that I watch a movie that leaves me feeling refreshed. Most recent comedies are so lighthearted that they lack substance and most everything else that gets rented involves explosions or car chases and little else. I always seem to watch the credits with a sense of Huh. So that was two hours of my life.

But this movie was different. For once, I felt good after watching it. Not the full chested Awww, the protagonist reached his goal and life is wonderful type of good - it was more of a gentle sense that life is sweet and full of little sparkling moments.

I recommend it.