After sitting for four hours straight behind a table while two different sets of students completed their finals, self is very very very dizzy.
And, as if that weren’t bad enough, self discovered she left something very.very.very important. In the rental car we drove to San Luis Obispo (a PT Cruiser that didn’t drive too smoothly). Self calls Dollar. They put her on hold for almost 20 minutes. Then she gets an answering machine. And the voice on the taped message is that of a young man. And he instructs self to leave her name and phone number and the rental contract number; if they find what it is self has lost, they will call her. Which means they will never call.
The Netflix movie, “Beaufort”, arrived a few days ago, but self was saving it. It’s a movie she first read about last year, in The Economist. And she had to wait a long time until it became available. And she’s been putting off the pleasure until the right moment. That’s how she knows she is really feeling terrible. Because now she sticks “Beaufort” into the DVD player.
Self’s been watching for about an hour. She knew right away that Ziv, the bomb detonation expert, was going to buy it (He seemed so gentle). But she didn’t know when. So, for approximately the first third of the movie, self kept a blanket over her head (She kids you not!). Then, because it was taking so long, she relaxed. And at almost that precise moment, when she felt her limbs loosen, there was a loud KA-BOOM from the TV. Self peeked out: Ziv was on the ground. Yup, he bought it.
This is quite an interesting movie! Full of long silences, fitful waiting, boredom. Then, action. Then, waiting again. Then, action. Some sniping about commander, a gung-ho sort. It reminds self of a Vietnam movie, the good ones that came out around the same decade as “Platoon.”
Phone rings! Self rises hopefully, thinking it is Dollar. RRIING!! RRIIING!! RRIIING!! But it is only Prizes Express.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.