
However, thanks to my current circumstances, I do have a
chance to make a run at it.
Not a realistic run, but I’ll get closer than I have any
right to.
That’s because not only is the cat away this weekend, but so
are the two kittens.
This is a cheeky reference to the two “film festivals” I
curated for myself last July/August and September, when my wife was away on two
trips to North America. I called those festivals “Cat’s Away” and made a
running joke about how I (the mouse) would “play” while she was away. I mean,
it wasn’t a joke as I did “play” – i.e., watched movies in almost all my spare
time. But she doesn’t really prevent me from doing that on a regular basis, so
the whole premise was a bit silly.
Anyway, this time around, she’s gone for five nights and she
is taking both my children with her. They are visiting their grandmother in
Tasmania.
So I will have literally no responsibilities when I’m not
working. I mean, except for not burning down the house, I guess.
Last night was the first night, and I only watched one
movie, All the Money in the World (post coming tomorrow), because I had other
things I needed to do, like go shopping to buy all the gross food I don’t want
my family to know I’m going to eat while they’re gone.
One big difference between this and the previous “Cat’s Away”
scenarios – other than the biggest, that I’m not looking after my kids – is that
I can see movies in the theater this time as well. Hence the All the Money in
the World viewing last night. I should be able to make a very respectable stab
at getting in most of the films that qualify as “Christmastime prestige
releases that I might ordinarily not mind missing,” of which All the Money in
the World is a prime example (though it didn’t release until January 4th here). I have a theatrical double feature planned for tonight, as well as
possibly one more single screening on Sunday.
On Friday night, Saturday and Sunday during the day, it’ll
be a marathon of collecting up a variety of titles from earlier in the year
that are now available for rental. That’ll make up for the two international
flights I took last year, which enabled me to add about eight more titles in a
confined period of time. I’ll do a big sweep of all the dangling leftovers. Do
leftovers dangle? In this case they do.
I will also hope to undertake at least one major cleaning
project of some sort. I don’t want them coming home to a messy house. But more
than that, I want them coming home to a house that is cleaner than they left it
– profoundly cleaner, if possible. I’d also like to do some other project
around the house, though I don’t know what that will be. I’ll make that
assessment over the next few days.
For now it’s just really funny to be the only person in my
house for a lengthy period of time. I’ve only ever had that before for maybe 24
hours, and I’ve never only had to deal with myself when waking up on a workday.
I didn’t even know what to do with myself this morning.
My cramming will likely get me over 140 for the year – in fact,
if it doesn’t I will have done something wrong. One fifty is out of reach, but
that’s just as well. I certainly don’t have to prove anything to you. To
myself, I need to prove that I don’t need to set a record, since trying to set
a new record every year is unsustainable.
I won’t update you on these viewings as I did during the
other Cat’s Away series, in part because I’m not really calling this a Cat’s
Away film festival. And in part because I’m about to reveal what I feel about
all these films, in list form, and don’t want to ruin the surprise before then.
A part of me does wish that I could use this period of time
for one of my more traditional viewing marathons, in which I pick movies based
entirely on whim and what I think would be good to watch at the moment. But
including Cat’s Away and my two nights at a hotel for my birthday, I’ve had
plenty of opportunities to do that lately, and have made the most of them.
Now excuse me while I go make the most of this one.
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