I went camping last weekend and I think I left my poetry in the woods.
This is the day after Labor Day. The one that feels so long because it is so long.
I got next to nothing done over the weekend. I didn’t work very hard. I cut the grass yesterday. I drove my kids around. And around. And around. I discovered a new motor show that I like very much. It’s called The Long Way Round, a documentarish sort of thing with Ewan McGregor and his “best mate” Charley Boorman (John Boorman’s son). Essentially, they ride around the world on their motorcycles. I watched all the episodes from that one and then I started in on the sequel (aptly called The Long Way Down) where they ride from Scotland to Cape Horn. Pretty good stuff.
Very little got done. I watched the Jobs movie with my sons; much to my surprise it didn’t suck. The reviews had been so harsh, I was fully expecting a total suckfest and only begrudgingly agreed to go because Micah had been looking forward to seeing the movie ever since he heard about it being made. The kid thoroughly idolizes Steve Jobs. Go figure. I didn’t care too much for Ashton Kutcher’s over-the-top “Steve Jobs the hunchback” walk, but other than that, I thought he was actually pretty decent.
I also caught Tom Cruise in Oblivion. I felt really bad about this movie. It had good casting, it had a great backstory. It should’ve totally rocked. But I was let down by the sets and the cinematography and the choice of white white white gleaming white everywhere. This should have been a gritty, dark movie all-around. Only the subterranean scenes were like that, and there were pitifully few of them. After seeing the movie I read up on the director and discovered he also did the recent Tron film, which unfortunately explains a lot. It wasn’t as big a letdown as Prometheus, but pretty close.
Was: sore grimy dirty hands. Now just sore, but smelling like antifreeze. This is one of the perils of driving a nearly 20 year old vehicle. Frequent breakdowns. Luckily this was just a breakdown of the almost-breakdown variety. I spotted the temperature gauge creeping into the red when I pulled in the Home Depot parking lot and quickly shut down the engine. The culprit: a split/cracked/worn-out (i.e. broken) heater control valve. This is the fourth or fifth little valve/control/assembly/gauge/whatnot that has worn-out in the last sixth months. I just crossed 165K miles; apparently that is a magic number or something for these little components parts. Luckily, parts for my vehicle are incredibly cheap. About $40 and an hour later I was back up and running. The $40 included the price of Antrifreeze and a pair of pliers which I knew I would need to get the hose clamps off. This doesn’t seem too bad to me in the grand scheme of things. It was even a fortuitous place to almost-breakdown. Who else besides Home Depot would have Gojo dispensers in the bathroom?