July 22nd, 2007

Sea dragon

Sunday score: Potter one, storage zero

The big goal for today was to go to Wimbledon and see if we could find either a suitable chest of drawers or a chest for towel storage. The Pier and the Cargo stores were no help, the Argos furniture options just depressed me (at least they were so cheap I could mentally wrap myself around the idea of their being disposable/temporary options), and ... well, the only joy we got was at the gelato shop (dulce de leche, yum!) and the Woolworths, which had a "Buy ten pounds of crap and get HP7 for 6.99" deal, and it's a lot easier to find useful stuff at Woolworths (new shower curtain, hangers) than at a bookstore. So we bought The Book, then went across the street to get some catnip toys for Boo, then went back home to a lovely roast chicken that I'd prepped before we left and Mr. George had kindly put in the oven and baked while we were out. Yum. The pine nut/pesto bread made a great stuffing with the chile sausages I'd bought at the Borough Market yesterday, as I expected, and we're all full now.

Now: quick stop downstairs for the apartment complex's summer party, then off to Waterloo to catch a train and see our 6:20 movie. See yez later.

Naruse is always a good night out

Quick question: should I read HP6 before I read HP7, or should I read HP7 now so I don't get hit with spoilers?

Well, Late Chrysanthemums was as great as I hoped it would be - four former geishas in their early fifties, struggling to make a living in the mess that was post-war Japan. Everyone is struggling for money, but people are still contrained by the social niceties of a century ago. None of the women were black and white; the greedy one, the louche, the beautiful one wasting away with a weak heart, the struggling sake shop owner - the all seemed so well drawn. I was of course fascinated by the character of the woman who'd saved enough money to be getting rich, but was turning into a heartless pickle. She said the other women were all happier - and in some ways they were, and they enjoyed each other's company more - but she'd sold out her happiness for security. And, looking at the other women's lives, it was hard not to say she'd done the right thing. A great movie, 3 1/2 stars, and I can't wait to see Mother on Tuesday.

Afterwards we had a great adventure taking the #93 bus to Putney from Clapham Junction, finally giving up at Southfields and catching the tube (who would design a route so anti-intuitive?). shadowdaddy and I gave wechsler the business at a game of Puerto Rico again (okay, shadowdaddy beat both of us with 61 points and I brought up the rear at 33), and now I'm going to bed.

I miss having half of my LJ flist gone on vacation.