The Same Thought
Thursday. I watched the last two episodes of the second season of The Wire last night and I'm afraid I need to watch the third season to see how some of this stuff works itself out. Lots of loose ends, which is refreshing after an endless litany of programs where all of the characters are predictable and all of the story endings tie themselves up in flowers and bows. Again, I understand why it isn't considered by everyone to be wonderful and why it's considered by some to be so good. Not only does Bambi's mom not make it through the fire, there doesn't seem to be any guarantee Bambi's going to see another birthday either.
I loaned my Element to friends last night so they could move some furniture they'd bought from the store to their house. They seem to have done it without any dents to the car or bloodstains on the carpet. Which is why I set out to buy a bit of sake later in the evening and ended sitting up later still watching The Student Prince on tape one or two sheets to the wind. I spent the morning discussing this with myself and only poked my head out after noon to have lunch in downtown Oakland, for some reason the need for something grilled practically overpowering. One or two sheets to the wind. At my age.
Fortunately I'm heading out later this afternoon to meet the usual crew at Harrington's to celebrate Mr. H's employment at a company headquartered on one of the floors formally leased by our old company, a floor on which he once worked doing then what he'll be doing now. Makes sense, I guess. We'll celebrate quietly and with discretion as it is a work day tomorrow for most of those who will be present.
Myself? I had the same thought.