I'm on the fifth day of missing Peter and Cast (CAmille and STefan.) I was suppose to be missing out on a week of Rainy-Camping-With-No-Bathrooms. Instead I am at home, working most of the days during a busy model casting for the holiday catalog, doing our taxes and missing Stay-in-a-House-on the Medocino-Coast-Drinking-Multiple-Bottles-Wine-From-Heush-Vineyards.
I've seen three movies in the last five days. This is triple the amount of movies I've seen in the last year. Putting kids to bed, enriching in terms of reading aloud the entire series of the Borrowers and most of Edward Eager's canon (which includes Half Magic, but all of them are wonderful), really cuts into my movie-watching. I hadn't been to an actual theater since last summer's debacle when I took Camille to Charlie et la chocolaterie and lost Stefan on the streets of Toulouse for half an hour. So. Actual theater. I saw Inside Man.
Jodie Foster is in Inside Man, and she rules and rocks. We are the same age and you know how I look just like her. Except that I have dark hair, brown eyes and an extra 20 pounds. But other than that, wow, it's uncanny. Also in the movie: Denzel Washington. ( I don't look much like him. Boy, is he good looking though.) Spike Lee doesn't seem to get women, they are two-dimensonal, but Jodie Foster can create her own third dimension regardless of the material given her, so see what a good director he is by making that choice? The movie was funny, a smart bank heist caper with a likable villain. A little violence that you can just close your eyes through. Enjoyable, but not as good as:
Monsieur Ibraham. (on DVD) Now this is a movie. Last night I saw Camille's adorable sports teacher, married to her equally adorable third-grade teacher--honestly, they both look like they've just tumbled out of bed, in the most wholesome and charming way--and when I mentioned the film he said, "Oh yes! With the Arab that runs the store? And then they drive to Turkey? Magnifique!" All true. One of the best movies I've ever seen. Somehow, in the last scene the boy-now-grown-up running the grocery with great 1960's music, it seemed to paint such a picture of how simple and good life can be.
How do you know your kids go to a school that is french? The PE teacher smokes.
So I have today and tomorrow before everyone heads home and it's back to making a different breakfasts for everyone and tripping over brio trains. I miss hugging all of them.