i got an early christmas present on sunday. we took a walk into the city to buy a stock pot and slow cooker (how very domestic of me) and the Brit bought me WiiFit. I’m sure the proper etiquette would be to wait until christmas… but come on, look who we’re talking about. the minute we got in the door i was ripping apart the box. the shiney new slow cooker and stock pot – forlorn and forgotten on the kitchen counter. i don’t know what i was thinking. i can run for miles but i know my muscle strength is next to nothing, but christ, it was hard. i put on a good show for husband and friend who would yell things out like “you’re doing it wrong!” and “straighten your leg more.” it was good fun and even though i’m stiff and sore today and walking like i have no joints in my legs, i look forward to trying it again tonight.
saturday we went to the opera…or to the cinema which does live HD performances from the Met. This performance was “dr. atomic” about the building of the first atomic bomb. the weather was really bad – pouring rain and cold. i was hoping that the Brit would say “let’s just stay home in our pajamas” … but as he started to take out sandwich fixings for our intermission snack, i knew it wasn’t going to happen. I believe that if the Brit actually owned pajamas, it would have been more of a consideration. he did say “well, YOU don’t have to go” in that “fine, be a brat” tone of voice. so i threw on me wellies and raincoat to spite him and off we swam to the theatre.
we got there very early (wrong time printed on our tickets!) and so i shuffled off to Borders to buy a book to occupy my time. By the time I got back, two men had plopped down next us and were engaged in a conversation with my husband. Turns out they review operas, mostly live, but they are now reviewing these for their US audience. I’ve written a note to myself to check their site later to see if they’ve posted their review of Dr Atomic. I’m more interested to see if they write about their experience at the cinema – about the fidgety american girl sitting next to them who, the minute she sat down, took her boots off and rested her wet stocking feet on the seat in front of her for the entire show. The opera wasn’t as crap as i thought it would be, but it wasn’t that good. I don’t like operas sung in English. I think it sounds funny and i was completely lost during the second act. i had no idea what they were singing about and how it related to the story but the singing was good and i enjoyed that part of it. by the end of the opera, my feet had dried, my sandwich eaten, and i was considerably less grumpy. after the opera, we got home and laid around like lazy slobs for the rest of the day. our friend stopped over and lazed around with us. drifted in and out of sleep and bad TV. perfect rainy day.
and… we picked up our turkey! i’m using the “royal we” because it’s the Brit who had to lug its 5 kilo goodness home along with 3 slabs of beef brisket while i sat on the couch, drank coffee and waited for him. the turkey is now in the fridge defrosting. 6 days to turkey scrumptiousness.
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