On Saturday, I tidied up the house and lawn and did the laundry while Your Sister worked at school. We watched Titus, the Julie Taymor adaptation of Titus Andronicus. She thinks it's easily Shakespeare's worst play (it's also his first), but the production design is dazzling. Anthony Hopkins and Alan Cumming compete to steal the show, but Jessica Lange is fascinating to watch. I never expected to see her deliver Shakespeare, and she does it right. I finished up Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It doesn't feel like 700+ pages, but it's one seriously dark story. The last quarter is as spooky and dire as anything one could possibly write in a kid's book. The next books I read in the series will be the first for which there isn't a movie adaptation. All of the books so far have been vastly superior to the films, and Goblet has so much more in character, plot, and substance than the corresponding film. Still, it's 700 freaking pages. I can use this to crush garlic.
On Sunday, we met Valerie. She arrived in Brevard about 4:30 and we picked her up at a local church parking lot. Her French Rotary club arrived there from
About two hours later, we went to a gathering at the Averette’s house. She teaches French at the high school, and he’s a town lawyer. He helped us close on the house, and he officiated the formal wedding. The party was for the local Rotary and French clubs to meet the visitors. The host families don’t speak French, so this was the touring troupe’s chance to talk easily. Valerie told at least one of her group that I spoke French and, well, wackiness ensued. There were maybe 30 people there, and Your Sister and I were in the minority who was not fluent in French. I can follow along sometimes, and I can answer a little if asked a simple question. That’s it. So I snagged the perfect position for the evening: bartender. Folks came up, picked their poison and I doled it out with small French phrases and cheers. Sante is short for a votre sante which means “to your health”).When they say merci, I offer a certainment. This is what I did the entire time. I got to talk to some of the kids of the adults and Your Sister sat with me to eat. One of the kids is her student and said I was rumored for a time to be an imaginary creation of Your Sister.
We got home about 10 o’clock. It was colder last night than expected so we offered Valerie the electric blanket. She didn’t know what this was, and we assured her we both used it and survived. It was safe. She joked about meeting her friends today and them smelling something burning. I dropped her off at the local bakery and she had her first croissant since leaving
It’s going well. The concern I had about conversations and attitudes was unfounded. We’re not subjecting her to wings ‘n’ rasslin, though. She’s been through enough.
It’s getting there. This is my first crack at drawing your head. Don't worry; it'll get better. I found some online reference pictures of the Han blaster, and I’ll redo that next.