Our son came over last night after work to look at some stuff of his we'd found in the basement, and ended up watching some of "Stuart Little' that I and my foster granddaughter were viewing. Then she got picked up and we ordered pizza and watched "Rise of the Apes", the prequel to "Planet of the Apes". It's a pretty amazing film, thought provoking and beautifully edited. Andy Serkis, who plays Caesar, the head ape, is deserving of an Oscar nod, or a new category, or something. It's one of these films you write off the minute you hear about it, but the buzz is so good that reluctantly, when it comes out on DVD you think, why not? and then you're blown away, because it truly makes the whole series have new depth and meaning.
After that I forgot to call someone with whom I was going to a movie today, and didn't think of it until I was with my husband, walking the dogs around a reservoir. Oh, dear, I am getting elderly. There is no doubt of it. We saw 17 pelicans by the water, cormorants and quite a few other birds. The pelicans have black wingtips, and are freshwater, so they don't dive dramatically like ocean birds, but herd the fish with the help of the cormorants, and then pluck them out of the water. They seemed to be resting when we went by, waiting for another strategic onslaught when their energy rose again.
I know the feeling.
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