All right-ey, so self has already informed dear blog readers of the events of last night, when Gracie again presented with dread symptoms: inability to walk, listlessness, lack of appetite, and so forth and so on.
Today, self decided to stay home and observe her, and made an appointment with the vet for Saturday noon.
At about mid-day, self forgot that she was supposed to be keeping an eagle eye on Gracie: that is, she disappeared into her office and began writing a story. Happy happy joy joy! When she emerged, it took her a minute or two to realize that Gracie’s pillow was bare. If dear blog readers recall, the li’l crit was quite unable to walk, and had to be carried to and from the backyard by self, in order to do her business.
Self ran to the backyard. Looked hither and thither. Spotted li’l crit right in the middle of the garden, walking nimbly along the edge of a flower bed, nose to the ground. Then, as self watched, the li’l crit very delicately deposited a huge piece of business. It looked like Mount Rushmore or something (Self surmises: Could that huge thing have been the cause of last night’s tummy ache? Indubitably!). Then, the li’l crit ever-so-gingerly climbed the back steps to the kitchen, and disappeared through the doggy door, without once catching sight of self, standing to the side with her mouth agape.
So, now that self knows that Gracie has no problem evacuating (or going up and down stairs), she feels sooo much better. And, now that she is feeling more relaxed, self feels this would be a good time to share with dear blog readers the fact that, last weekend, she was able to wheedle hubby out of seeing “G Force” and into watching “The Hurt Locker” instead. “Why would you want to see that kind of movie again?” hubby asked, exasperated. And self said, “Just because.” So hubby consented. And, what luck, we didn’t have to shlep over to Palo Alto Square, off Page Mill Road, for the movie was showing right in our downtown Century 20 (!!). And, at the first showing of the day (11:30 a.m.), the theatre was almost full. In fact, hubby and self could only find seats near the front. Which put a tremendous crick in self’s neck, but anyhoo.
Self is here to attest that, upon second viewing, this film is just as good as she deemed it to be the first time. And self still thinks/ hopes that Jeremy Renner, who plays the lead, should be nominated for an Oscar. And same goes for Brian Geraghty. Anthony Mackie, the third member of the bomb team, was good, too, but Brian was the “straight man,” the one who channeled extreme fear and nervousness so that the audience could channel same. Self will never forget his line, “Cover me. Please,” uttered as he approaches the crazy/rambunctious bomb dismantler/cowboy, Sgt. William James.
Come to think of it, both Brian G and Jeremy Renner have what you might call “baby faces.” About the only people in this movie who do not have baby faces are Guy Pierce and Ralph Fiennes. And we all know what happens to them, dear blog readers.
There was a time when self used to hate the director, Kathryn Bigelow. Hated her because of that strange film, “Strange Days.” Which seemed (at least to self) so unnecessarily violent towards women. And self felt/feels that we certainly don’t need women directors filming rape scenes galore, we have enough male directors doing that already.
But now, all is forgiven.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.