I’m really dreading the trip to the airport in less than 10 hours. I’m going to miss my wife, of course, but I know it will be rougher on her. Saying goodbye to your husband for a week, hard, but not a new thing for us. Saying sayonara to your daughter for an entire week is another thing. There will most certainly be tears shed. Sadly my wife wasn’t feeling so great Saturday so she spent most of the day in bed, avoiding getting sick before her Tokyo journey. For those interested, there will be plenty of chatter on this very blog about how dad and daughter are doing without the second parental unit. It should be a fun week.
My wife and I watched the movie Into the Wild Friday night. If you’re not familiar with the book (or movie), it’s a non-fiction book about a guy who doesn’t quite fit in society’s mold. He took trips across North America and would meet up with random people during his excursions who he’d typically befriend. After he graduated from college he decided to forego law school plans. He donated the entire college fund to Oxfam, a non-profit focussed on hunger relief. From time to time he’d burn money saying it only caused him grief. He set his sights on living in Alaska for 100 days.
I read the book about ten years ago when I had more time on my hands to read books. I recall not feeling so sympathetic towards the main character when I read the book. I wasn’t sure what to expect with the movie. All the movie trailers appeared to make Mr. McCandless seem like a hero. Having watched the movie last night, I liked the direction of the movie. They filmed the entire movie on location and got the approval of the McCandless’ family.
On some basic level I could relate to Chris. I love the outdoors. I’ve often thought to myself how cool it would be to go back in history two to four hundred years when North America was getting settled. How fun it would be to live off the fat of the land like the natives or explorers had done. What I’m attempting to say is I really enjoyed the movie. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Bonus: the soundtrack is full of new Eddie Vedder songs which get stuck in your head, similar to the movie. I’m not even a huge Eddie Vedder/Pearl Jam fan.
The title of this post is something I proclaimed to my wife late last week. I’ve noticed some other gems coming out of my mouth. “Honey, the nipples are in the microwave”. Out of context it sounds quite wrong, but when you’re sterilizing four to five bottle nipples a day… it just makes sense. Okay, I’m off to send some emails from Baby Singe to Mama Singe. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!