It wasn't going to be this quiet a week, but on Monday morning, while walking up Western Avenue to get to Central Square and the Red Line that takes me to Alewife where I catch the bus to work, I slipped on some gravel. The entire street has been under construction for the past year and a half, it seems, and the current phase had the sidewalks being torn up and presumably upgraded. This means a lot of big yellow trucks, ropes and detour signs, so instead of looking at where I was planting my feet, I was trying to figure out where the next turn was. I didn't go down particularly hard - I scraped up my right knee and the laptop in my backpack slid forward enough to give my head a little insult-to-injury tap, and getting up, I figured it would be easier just to keep going, have a funny story for the folks in the office if anyone asked why my pants were ripped, and just walk the pain in my left ankle off.
Maybe not the best idea, because by the end of the day it was swollen up pretty good and I was limping pretty bad, enough that I was very grateful for my project manager Emily offering me a ride home. I figured I'd put some ice on it and work from home the next day, which turned out to be a pretty good plan. By Wednesday it was still sort of sore, but I could move around okay. I went to Harvard Square, did some window shopping, and saw The Sacrament before making the weekly trip to the Million Year Picnic for comics.
It got a bit more sore at times during the rest of the week, but not enough to stop me from actually doing some actual shopping, because my twin nieces were celebrating their third birthdays on Saturday and I wanted to get them something cool. I hope they liked the books, puzzles, and goofy tennis/badminton/volleyball set I got them, but I left early enough that they were all about the Disney princess costumes and scooters right then.
(It's sort of funny to me to see how my brothers and their wives apparently have different parenting philosophies. When I saw one of the birthday girls on Friday, she said her tiara had Sleeping Beauty, Ariel, and Belle on it, which is a sentence that would probably not come from her cousins ever. Also, the great big water slide rented for the party was probably a little too ambitious, especiallly since even their older cousins were pretty cautious.)
Sunday, I was still feeling kind of lazy and decided to just go with The Rover. Like The Sacrament, it's quite well-made visually and in terms of pacing, but I think it could do a little bit better hitting its message.
And that brings this up to "current", which this blog hasn't been since, what, March? Of course, it's just in time for Fantasia to derail that in the most enjoyable way possible.
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