¶ 2006-03-14 16:50:00 +0000
Todayʼs round of yard work was particularly nice. I used the edger – some call it a “weed-whacker”, but that sounds uncivilized – to fight back the advancing grass on one side of the driveway. I was telling Mom about how I thought this activity matched my personality well. There is a nice straight line at the edge of the concrete, and the grass must stay off the line. The boundaries are distinctly drawn. I like that.
After work, Mom got to go give some meaningful service somewhere, so I was in charge of taking my younger brothers to the cinema. First, I underestimated the popularity of the dollar-theater during spring break. Second, I underestimated the running time of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
The line for tickets was long. Matthew wanted to watch Chicken Little. Mark didnʼt. Mark watched Harry Potter while Matthew and I watched Chicken Little. When our film was over (including all the credits), I poked my head into Markʼs theater just in time to see the four Triwizard champions barely starting on the second task.
There was no way Markʼs fifty cents was going to buy him more screen time than me, so I watched the rest of Potter, too. Good film, that.
And then there was video games.