Summer storms returned this afternoon with a warm welcome.
This morning, I ran errands for my mom and helped her around the house up North. I loaded the playlist from my roommate's old hard drives and straight-up jammed all the way up there. I'm gonna miss the pace of things down here. BUT... the mix includes Neon Indian, Yeasayer, Tallest Man on Earth and Ratatat. :D
I came back down South and made it a front-porch afternoon. I moved my lil amp to the screen door and threaded the cable between it and the door frame. Propped up against the wooden chair with the sun kindly across my legs, I pushed notes over the stone wall, through the rose garden and deep into the oak trees across the street. Green, the resident Schäferhund, lounged and snoozed in the yard with the occasional roll/back scratch/snort.
The clouds and thunder started to roll in soundly from the West. And as soon as the shade hit the yard in full, the mosquitoes descended like bloody vampires and hassled me straight into the house. When Texas mosquitoes come after you, you can either pull out the garlic and silver bullets (maniacal jazz hands) or run away like a man. I chose the latter... with half-hearted jazz hands.
I grabbed a bag of Sun Chips and headed back out front to check the state of the storm. It was just grumbly... frustratingly so. It never actually rained here, but it sure did sound nice. After feeding Green and myself an ample amount of Sun Chips, I came in and just plain passed out on the coffee table to the sounds of thunder. Green was the enabler. You might be surprised how good a flat surface feels after an hour and a half of musical recklessness.
I woke up all out of sorts and the sky was still growling about something. It was all talk.
I watched a movie called "Keinohrhasen" last night. And it was pretty freaking funny. My only other exposure to Til Schweiger prior-to was his severely disgruntled character in Inglourious. He directed Keinohrhasen and it was hilarious. It seems to me that one clear sign of a good director is that the movie makes perfect sense to an audience who doesn't speak the same language. Such is this movie. I'd like to see it with subtitles at some point because it was definitely pretty raw in a couple places.
This evening, after waking up on top of the coffee table, I watched "Das Wunder Von Bern," another German film which loosely documents the German World Cup victory in 1954 around the story of a family's struggle to accommodate a grizzled father/husband recently returned from the war. It's a great look at the man's battle to reconcile his nearly-forgotten domestic sentiments. The movie did this succinctly and, although I was watching subtitles most of the time, I feel the acting was pretty good. I recommend it. It probably also helps if you're a soccer fan, to some degree.
I've got a roommate to take my place here in July so now... I've basically got the green light to boot scoot outta town (def. number 2). I'm gonna get my car checked and enjoy some final miscreant adventures before I vacate. I've loved Austin and am still not completely comfortable leaving my mom here in her current state. But now is the time. She and I both agree.
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