Bound by snow
It was akin to a parallel lifestyle. While the rest of the family (and my peers in the workplace) gave their victory dances that are appropriate for celebration of another snow day, I simply girded my loins and headed off to an appointment with my preferred hospital team. No storm could keep me away.
And so it was. I had my intra0cular pressures taken, read through a holey spatula and received the news of my need for more intervention. Not for six weeks or so, but I will get some new hardware in the old eyeball. Oh joy! </sarcasm>.
The good thing was that I could head home, rather than sprinting for a bus to get me to my cubicle. The weather wasn’t nasty, and I was home while the morning still meant something. I learned that son #3 had volunteered to extend his school stay (for an extra six months), but there’s no use in being stressed about the stupid actions of others.
With an afternoon off, in the best sense, the choice was made to sample movies on Netflix. First up, a review of Mallrats, which we endured for thirty minutes. Next, .45 with Milla Jovovich. That one fell by the interest wayside after twelve minutes (critical acclaim – not!). The third choice was gold.
I’d seen a couple of episodes of the new series Outsourced. Turns out that there was a movie, years before the network treatment, and that it was very good. Outsourced, from 2006, is worth the watch. Perhaps a second time… So much colour. So much disaccord from linguist terms. Such culture shock. Everything a movie should have to fill up a snowbound afternoon.
