8:37 – 23 mins to write.
8:38 – Crap, that went fast.
Friday evening the world sped up a bit.
Around 4:30 Grandma arrived to pick up Hope for a sleep-over. I showered during the event, but I’m told she grabbed her stuff, trundled over to the car, and climbed into her seat. We thought she’d balk or cry. Excellent.
Near 5—before or after I don’t know—the rest of us bunched into the mini-van en route to the other babysitter’s house. Two miles up from here one stop sign per mile. Dump Joy off like a newborn at the doorstep of a church then headed west. Again, one stop sign per mile. His time six miles. That happens to be one mile more than necessary—fast is slow; slow is fast.
We get very well parked for both the frontside and the backside of the movie. Scoot through the mall to the food court near the theater.
“No we can’t rent one of those little cars. What do you want to eat, pizza or hot dogs?”.
“I need to go potty.”
“Do you too?”
“No.”
“Good. Do you want a hot dog or pizza?”
We dine at the ‘little tables’ near the powder blue ’57 Chevy table. It’s like parent-teacher night at grade school with our knees bumble the table top. Faith savors a pizza slice like she’s got all the time in the world. Grace devours a hot dog sans bun like she’s got none at all. Mom and I share the bun and crust and some chicken nuggets that she got when my attention drifted.
Kung Fu Panda was ok. I didn’t laugh at any of the parts the rest of the audience laughed but I could usually see why they did. Some scenes moved fast like a frenetic car chase and I wondered if the girls followed the action. Dreamworks rolls a little different then Pixar.
I couldn’t get over the unanswered question of why the panda’s father was a duck. Nor exactly what animal Sifu was.
Word count: 342
Day 239