today is day one of five of jen corace: pseudo parent. i'm sitting my nieces while my sister meets up with her husband in las vegas.
something to know about me: i don't spend much time with kids, let alone in a multiple day, contained setting. while i am lucky to be an aunt to two of the coolest kids ever i have an idea that by the time monday rolls around i will feel a particular level of 'spent' that my body has never known before.
at the moment i have set up a temporary internet cafe/winery of sorts in my sister's living room. i'm not too sure what i mean by that beyond making a snack, having a drink by my side, computer on my lap and 'the scarlet letter' on the all too huge tv plodding away in front of me.
wha? what! you say...'the scarlet letter?' demi moore's 'the scarlet letter?'. yes, that very scarlet letter.
i can't even begin to describe the strangeness that is unfolding before me. such an oddly star studded cast...such a paltry interpretation of the story. sort of, how do you say, much like a soap opera. oh gary oldman dimmesdale, it's going to be okay. i mean, not really, that's a total lie, but shuuush shuuush.
the funny thing is is that two years ago a portland trip of mine fell in the middle of a nathaniel hawthorne marathon. and as it goes when i am on one of these reading rampages...cue 'reading rainbow' music...it's all i can talk about. nathaniel hawthorne this, nathaniel hawthorne that. i talked it up so much that it seemed like a good idea to track down the movie and give it a go. i had no misconceptions about it being a good film. i was hoping to be surprised by how horrible it might be (and now here, in the future i can attest that it is indeed terrible...a fantastic terrible).
the only misconception i did have was that it was going to be an easy task to accomplish. how foolish. how naive. it wasn't that the video store didn't have 'the scarlet letter', it's not that they didn't have it on vhs...the format i was looking for...it was that SOMEONE ELSE HAD ALREADY TAKEN IT OUT THAT NIGHT!! ten years well past its prime...if this movie even ever had a prime...some portlander beat me to the chase. now that's a 'wha? what!
highlight of the day:
at my niece's softball game a group of boys under the bleachers were making 'boobies out of dirt.' i know this because they said it over and over again. not so much as an announcement but rather some sort of pre pubescent chant. they one upped the awesomeness of this event when caught by a parent and covering their deeds claimed that they were making hot dogs out of rocks. an interesting jump.