I’m sure everyone is just anxious with concern over the tiledudes progress today. I’m happy to say that it went well. They repaired the floor after the plumber left it full of holes, got the tile done for the countertop and the kitchen floor, and are ready to hit the bathroom floor tomorrow. Still no grout to finish the tile with, which makes me a bit nervous. And, I hope they don’t find a pipe hiding under the floor in the bathroom. There’s no access under the house. We wouldn’t even know if they hit something unless it was a huge gusher, until weeks from now. I don’t relish the idea of ripping up a brand-new floor to fix 50 year-old plumbing.
This afternoon’s film was The Dreamers, a film by Bernardo Bertolucci that didn’t have subtitles. It’s Bertolucci’s homage to the New Wave of French cinema, and boy does it show. It’s got sex, smoking, incest, smoking, Chairman Mao, firebombs, movies, riots, smoking, drinking, and sex. Holy crap was there a lot of smoking. Set in 1968, this is hardly surprising I guess; still, lots of smoking.
It was a film filled with a great deal of fantastic imagery, wonderful music, and the kind of dialog you wish you participated in during real life. Wonderfully hallucinogenic movie, but it seemed to have an unfinished ending.
Oh, and for the women – there’s male full-frontal nudity. Explains the NC17 rating.
I know, I could be doing my homework. Sue me.
It’s been raining all afternoon. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t wash the cars this past weekend like I had briefly considered. Hope it’s enough to make the pecan tree produce good. We’ll see what we see.
If I ever get another cat, it won’t be black. Holly disappears into the shadow when she wants to, and then reappears when I step or sit on her. Dopey thing just stares at me when a boot starts to crush her little empty head, too. No self-preservation instinct apparently.
Since I’ve got nothing better to do than hang around and watch DVDs while the tile dudes are putting together the kitchen, that’s what I’m doing. This morning was Mystic River. There’s a messed up movie. (spoilers after the cut)