Tonight we saw Minority Report. Very engaging, albiet eerie, movie. Various muscles in my body are aching because it was sooo long. It's the kind of film you'd be better off watching curled up comfortably on your couch, not in a theatre seat.
I talked to my grandfather earlier today and we had the best conversation. He's generally gruff and curmudgeonly; but his is a way that is endearingly grumpy. In the course of a short conversation this afternoon, he called me honey, and sweetheart, and said "take care, baby." And he actually inquired about how I was, and what I was doing, and what Rich is doing. I can hardly remember if he's ever used these little endearments with me before, and usually my grandparents never ask me much about my life directly, even when I'm right in front of them; they're content to rely on secondhand reports. (Maybe he was so sweet because this summer has been the longest period of time I've lived outside of NYC, that affects the way family people relate to me?)
So this brief exchange with grandpa made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It's a wonderful thing how people can surprise you when you think you've got them all figured out.
Oh, did I ever blog about the dog that wandered into our home? One night, a week ago or so, I was in the kitchen making dinner and I heard Rich say something that sounded like "there's a dog in the living room." I thought, I must have heard him wrong. I came into the dining room and this huge white dog trots up toward me, barely glances at me, and heads out the back door, the way he came in. When I saw that dog walking toward me I was so shocked I really was about to faint, or scream, or something. That moment was like seeing a vision, like dreaming. Because really, how can you ever be prepared to be in your home, doing your thing, to then turn around and see a big dog right next to you??
Of course, after the dog left and I leap on the back door and locked it, the situation was much funnier :) Poor thing was probably let out that night, and must have thought he was just coming home. Rich says he came out of the other room to see the dog in the living room, looking really confused. We haven't seen the dog since then, but if we do I'll be nicer to him this time. At least, I'll try not to shriek.
