What a sleepy weekend it has been. Yesterday morning I was sitting in bed watching the 2001 Royal Ballet Nutcracker (with, why YES!, Anthony Dowell as a brilliant Drosselmeyer, available on YouTube in many many parts starting here).
Dingo came in and lay across my legs. “Do you know what you want to do today?” he asked.
“Do we have to do anything?”
“No!”
And nothing is what we did. I sat in the bed and watched many Christmas movies on my TiVo, knitted a hat, ripped out another knitting project, and noodled about in a notebook. Dingo played games and watched movies. Round about 7:00, we put on clothes and got some dinner.
Nice.
Today I met a friend for fancy Mexican brunch at Hugo’s, then came home to laundry, chicken stock, letters. Jinxo is just now snuggling in. I feel so cozy and sleepy. Ready for the week to begin.
How wonderful A day to do nothing….I have a couple of those coming up, and can’t wait. And, plus, noting with Anthony Dowell and his scary extenso-legs….even though the pas de deux always makes me cry.
There was a Nutcracker on Ice starring a bunch of skaters no one has heard of but me because I’m a crazy person.
You watched it, I’m sure.
It was not the excellent version starring Oksana Baiul, Viktor Petrenko & my BB. No, I never luck into that one on tv. I just have my memories of it live.
*sigh*