July 16th, 2011


Poem for Saturday, HP:DH2, Slaver Weapon, Chancellorsville

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To finish up our week of doctor appointments, on Friday morning I took my kids to the ophthalmologist! We have been kept waiting in that office for nearly an hour in the past, so I was pleasantly surprised when we were called back almost immediately, and neither son's eyesight had changed (Daniel still needs corrective lenses, Adam does not). All was going well until Daniel asked about getting contacts, and we were told that he would need an hour-long fitting appointment...which could only be offered at 4 in the afternoon, when he will have driver's ed for the next two weeks, after which we'll be out of town for a week, then the doctor will be out of town. I think it is time to leave the pediatric ophthalmologist and take him to my doctor in the hope of a more accommodating schedule.

I dropped the kids off at home, had a quick lunch, and went to meet gblvr who had taken the day off for her birthday so that we could see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part Two. (The kids were invited but they are seeing it 1) with us in IMAX on Sunday and 2) with friends whenever the friends get their schedules/transportation organized.) I have seen the previous six HP films with gblvr so I was very excited to get to see this one with her. I enjoyed it far more than I enjoyed the book, though not as much as I enjoyed Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of the Phoenix...which has largely to do with the substance of the story, not with the directing or performances, all of which are quite satisfactory for what it is (and in some cases quite superlative). Collapse )

The rest of my day involved posting my review of "The Slaver Weapon, having dinner with my parents (at which Adam said that if my mother was a meme, she'd be Technologically Impaired Duck, heh), catching up on Warehouse 13 ("Come on, Mika! If you were looking for an artifact about football or porn I'd help you!"), and watching the second episode of Torchwood: Miracle Day, which once again held my interest and had these characters who sort of reminded me of characters on a TV show I liked a lot once, but it felt rather like the last two seasons of X-Files did to me, like something fully detachable and more interesting intellectually than in any way emotionally touching except at moments when it enraged me (like when Rhys and the baby were torn away from Gwen and after a few tears she was back to being all happy to be back with Jack).

A few more photos of the battlefields around Fredericksburg, including Chancellorsville, Wilderness, and Spotsylvania Courthouse:

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