Monday

My mom’s still not feeling well, but she has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, and my father’s been staying home to nurse her. He also picked up the dog from the kennel this afternoon, where Tucker has been since Friday evening — since dropping him off Saturday morning, before six, wasn’t an option. He’s clearly happy to be back home.

Beyond that, it was pretty much just a normal Monday. My new iPad case arrived in the mail, and I really like it so far. It’s a different kind of case than the one Apple sold me, in that it doesn’t open up, to be used while the iPad is sitting inside it. But I like the look of this case a lot more, and it seems to offer the same, if not a higher, level of protection when carrying the device around.

I sat on the couch with the dog this evening, using the iPad (I don’t think he likes it), and watching tonight’s episode of House. I’m not entirely sure what to think about House anymore. I’m growing increasingly less forgiving of the show’s faults with each passing episode, and I’m starting to wonder if maybe I should just bail on it. I thought that tonight’s episode was considerably better than the show has been in awhile, but mostly because it was nice to see Andre Braugher again and bring the focus again squarely onto House, the character, like they did in the powerful season premiere. (A premiere that, I’ve thought more than once, maybe should have been a finale.) The episode mostly discarded the elements that haven’t been working so well, or at least pushed them to the sidelines, which was a welcome relief, but also underlined why those elements are such problems. I think House is proof that a show can be acted very well, and even be written well, scene to scene, and still fall apart when it doesn’t know what to do with its characters. When it forces them into relationships that don’t make sense, into behaviors that are inconsistent with their past actions, or into scenes that exist only to keep those relationships and behaviors going.

There’s one more episode left in the season, though, so maybe they can turn this thing around yet.

Monday various

“Nothing is less real than realism.”

As part of a Mother’s Day present, we spent the weekend in Washington, D.C., where the Phillips Collection is hosting a special exhibit of Georgia O’Keefe’s artwork through May 10th. The title of this post is actually taken from a quote by O’Keefe, who wrote:

Nothing is less real than realism — details are confusing. It is only by selection, by elimination, by emphasis that we get the real meaning of things.

My mother is a fan of O’Keefe’s work, so my sister got purchased six tickets, with her husband and his mother joining us as well. (Of course, the museum didn’t actually check our tickets when we entered the special exhibit, but that’s another story.)

It was nice, even if it did mean we had to leave New York around 6:30 Saturday morning, and even if my mother isn’t feeling particularly great now, on Mother’s Day proper. (I’m hoping it’s just a stomach bug and a fleeting one at that.) We had a nice visit, and the weather was particularly pleasant all the time we were there.

It’s surprisingly cold and windy in New York for this time of year, and I’m mostly just watching some television, like this week’s fun but silly episode of Doctor Who (I’m worried they may be laying on the “big bad silence is coming” bit a little too thick, but if nothing else Matt Smith continues to really amuse and impress me.) I actually did this week’s Sunday New York Times crossword on my iPad in the car ride home — along with reading a fair amount of Kaleidotrope slush — and if that alone isn’t a good enough reason to have bought one…well, okay, it’s probably not, but it is easily one of my favorite apps so far, enough that I purchased the year-long subscription.

Anyway, it’s back to work tomorrow. I fear I managed to make this weekend sound less interesting than it was, but it’s been a long one, with a long car ride home, and I’m a little tired.

Happy Mother’s Day, everyone!

Friday

I didn’t sleep terrifically well last night, thanks to some odd (and at times oddly violent) dreams, and I was reminded throughout the day why I prefer taking Fridays off from work and taking a three-day weekend. Alas, that’s not always an option.

For the most part, today was the same as yesterday in terms of work, copying the edits I’ve made to the art therapy manuscript to the electronic files I’ll send back to the author. As much as I’m a fan of e-books (and I am), I still find editing much easier with a red pen on a printed page.

I actually have an early start of it tomorrow, so I think I’m just going to turn in for the night. Here’s to more run-of-the-mill dreams.