I'm using up two vacation days to turn the 4th of July into a four-and-a-half day weekend, and despite the complete boringness of my "vacation plans," it is soooo worth it.
Friday afternoon I did nothing, then recovered by going to see Who Killed the Electric Car?, a really worthwhile documentary about yet another of the myriad ways this consumer culture is racing down the garden path to hell. Saturday I finished a quilt I've been working on for awhile, then recovered by watching the final three episodes of Big Love. (My assessment of this under-the-radar HBO series: It started off slow and muddled, then got better and better, ending with a nice little cliffhanger. Chloe Sevigny's character is particularly interesting. However, enough already with Bill Paxton's naked ass.) Sunday Sean and I went up to Santa Barbara for the day. His aunt and uncle drove us to lunch in their chi-chi Saab; I'm guessing not many people are invited to ride in their back seat, as a spider had constructed an elaborate web across the inside of the rear passenger side window. Sean's grandmother plied us with homemade German apple cake, and we proved to be very pliable. Today I'm sacked out in front of the TV, watching a marathon of my all-time favorite TV show, The Twilight Zone, on the SciFi channel and working on my cross stitch. Soon it will be time for a pina colada, and I will recover from the exertion by taking a well-deserved nap.
Recommended music for a lazy summer afternoon: Firecracker by The Wailin' Jennys.