My parents were supposed to be visiting this week. They made it as far as Dallas Friday night before a confluence of events wreaked havoc with those plans. Thunderstorms, diverted flights, planes without crews to fly them. And then, the coup de grace: cancelled flights. They ended up sleeping on the floor of the airport, an unimaginable hell if you ask me.
Flying sucks these days. Add in the fact that they insist on doing it standby, and it’s a small miracle they ever got off the ground in Portland.
Needless to say, they bagged their trip. Their luggage made it to Rapid City, but they’re stuck in Texas until tomorrow. Good thing they have friends in Richardson who graciously put them up.
We’d basically planned out the entire week, stocked the fridge with my dad’s favorite beer, made a lemon zucchini bread for them. What a shame. (Rest assured that the lemon zucchini bread will not go to waste, though neither of us are fans of the Crow Peak IPA.)
Finding ourselves with an unexpected free weekend, we mostly filled it with yard chores on Saturday. It started raining in the evening, so we stepped out onto the front
porch stoop to sit and watch it for a while. Came inside, had a couple of drinks, grilled chicken, watched a movie. All in all, it was a very pleasant evening.
Today, we felt the need…the need for a good old-fashioned movie experience, and Top Gun: Maverick fit the bill perfectly.
Man, did it deliver. If you’re a fan of the original—and who isn’t?—you’ll love it. When Harold Faltermeyer’s familiar score kicked in, I got chills. They started multiplyin’ when that was followed by Kenny Loggins taking us right into the Danger Zone. There’s a perfect mix of nostalgia and edge-of-your-seat action in this sequel that took 36 years to hit the big screen.
I daresay, it took my breath away.
We sometimes like to look at houses on Zillow or Realtor.com just for fun. It’s always nice to see what else is out there. We’ll marvel over well-appointed homes with features we like, such as exposed beams and sun rooms and basement bars. Conversely, we’ll snigger over some of the more questionable decorating choices. Hideous wallpaper, carpeting in the kitchen, that sort of thing. We’ve seen a lot of interesting features, but this one takes the cake.
Where to even begin?
I’ve never seen anybody so fully embrace the concept of sitting on the throne. They were probably flush with excitement when they added that bad boy! What’s the big stink, you say? Additional bathrooms add value to a home, I’ll give you that, but I’m pretty sure a fully-exposed toilet on a raised platform has the opposite effect. I’d poo-poo that idea before it ever got off the ground. The worst part of all? The toilet paper looks maddeningly out of reach.
I used to think the worst thing you could do in front of an audience was deliver a speech, but I stand corrected. Number two is number one, if you will.
I’m pretty sure I’d suffer from performance anxiety anyway.