Exotic yet ordinary

I do very little on Saturdays. I never exactly set out to do nothing. It's just that nothing is what always seems to get done. I wake up each Saturday morning with the best of intentions, only to have these intentions fall by the wayside somewhere between breakfast and the early afternoon.

This Saturday was no different. Maya woke up, slid out of bed and pitter pattered into our room, oh, 7:30-ish. She grunted an 'up', and then wallowed her sleepy parents until they finally consented to get up, as is her custom. After breakfast, I followed Maya around the house while my more productive-minded husband slunk away to the garage to make a small table for little girl's new Dora the Explorer television and matching DVD playah (courtesy of Grandpa Joe). We napped from noon until two, little girl and I. And between 4:00 and 5:00, I finally peeled off my pj's, showered, and pulled on some clean clothes. By this time, the day was basically shot.

I did manage to read Brokeback Mountain today. I saw the movie last weekend and was somewhat disappointed (just somewhat! calm down!). I have a habit of enthusiastically anticipating certain releases. I think if I hadn't gone into the theater with such great expectations I would have enjoyed it more (or as much as you can enjoy a movie about two people who are desparately in love yet not allowed to be together). Maybe I was just distracted the night we saw it, but actually reading the narrative helped me get a better sense of Ennis and Jack and their story. I think sometimes there is a level of intimacy that one can achieve through the written word that isn't there when you watch a story unfold on the big screen. Anyway, I found the short story much more to my liking.

And with that, I really should go crawl into bed or I'll find myself doing nothing again tomorrow.