As I was happily crafting Batman birthday invitations last night around 6, I realized I had absolutely no will to cook. Enthusiastically, we called in take-out from Rosa Mexicano, a restaurant I have really enjoyed in NYC but whose transition to DC just doesn't seem to have worked. This was our second and last order, if I have anything to do with it. Bummer! The veggie enchiladas were so tasteless and odd that I couldn't manage more than a few bites. And $14 for guacamole -the amount seemed equivalent to that from 1 avocado- is highway robbery. The salsas are primarily heat rather than flavor and spice, and this shows a damning lack of finesse and capability. After this unsatisfactory dinner, we finished watching Martha Marcy May Marlene, a definitely disturbing but well-done film. Despite the subject matter and eeriness of many of the characters, I did enjoy and would recommend seeing it. Elizabeth Olsen -she the healthy-weight sister of MK and Ash- was very good. The ending won't make you feel terribly fulfilled regarding any good sense of closure, but I think that's the whole point. What is really happening? Whose viewpoint is accurate?
This afternoon, the boys are going to the annual work picnic for their grandfather's firm. This cannot come a moment too soon. Percy woke me up at 5:15 this morning- a bad enough time when it's one of the kids doing the waking, but the dog? I love Percy but I don't want to do anything with him at that time of day. Suffice it to say that I've never quite gotten back on track and frankly, I just feel annoyed as get-out right now. I'm tired. Oliver now talks as much as does Jack and continues to be superbly "two" even though he's three. Jack is fever-free but has a terrible sore throat and as he tends towards the dramatic anyway, he and sick really make for quite a situation. This house needs to be dusted with a major dose of chill, and I'm guardedly hopeful that the boys leaving for a few hours will turn things around.