Sometimes when we’re just reading in bed or otherwise hanging out, or “chilling,” Jessica loves to recap all the things we did over a particularly fun day or weekend. “Today,” she’ll say, “we got up, then we had breakfast, and it was so good, and then we walked to the farmer’s market, and we bought some peaches, and they were really delicious.” I usually interject with some “mm-hmm”s and some “yeah”s and some “I don’t remember it that way”s and some “you so crazy”s and otherwise fill in some missing details that she may have forgotten, and/or praise some of the decisions she and I made.
I shall use this as “framing device” for how our weekend went. This is a tool used by authors and filmmakers and other storytellers to “frame” a “device.” At least that is my understanding.
“This weekend,” Jessica said to me the other night, “it was so much fun.”
“That’s right,” I said.
“On Friday,” she continued, “I did laundry for six hours-”
“-four hours,” I interrupted. Rudely.
“I think it was six hours. If you include all the folding. Which we both should include. Anyway, you went to work, and then I picked you up at work and we went to Suzanne’s house to celebrate Katy’s new job, and we met Suzanne’s dogs Puppet and Reese and saw the house she just bought, and ate tortilla chips, and Puppet drooled dramatically when Katy showed his a tortilla chip. We talked a lot about weddings because Suzanne is getting married really soon and has given us lots of great advice like for photographers and stuff. Then on the way home I bravely and unexpectedly suggested we go see a movie right as we were approaching the Powell St. exit on the freeway.”
“That was a great idea,” I added.
“Thanks baby. Then we drove to the first movie theatre and nothing was playing, except Sex & The City 2, which was at the wrong time.”
“And it’s debatable whether I would have wanted to see it then, in any case. It’s 2 1/2 hours long and I wasn’t under the influence of anything.”
“That’s right, baby,” she continued. “So then we went over to the OTHER movie theatre and ate the food of Afghans at the food court.”
“Which was my idea,” I said, “and also I think it’s called Afghani food, not the food of Afghans.”
“Oh, yeah. Afghani food. So then we saw Knight and Day, which was a really fun and action-packed movie, and we were reminded that even though Tom Cruise is totally insane that he’s a really charismatic actor, and then we went home and went to bed. Then the next day we got up, then we had breakfast, and you had huevos rancheros and coffee and I had eggs benedict and tea, and then we walked to the farmer’s market, and we bought some peaches and apricots, and they were really delicious.”
“They sure were,” I added. “So delicious.”
“So then, we cleaned and packed some books into paper bags and you took them up to your parents’ house, and we discovered some more mold behind the bookcase, which was really gross, and I cooked allllll day.”
“What did you make?”
“Well, I made an apricot upside-down cake for one of my classmates who gave me a bag of apricots, and I made a peach & crème fraiche pie for Sunday, and then I made us that delicious strawberry shortcake with the whipped cream on top for dessert.”
“That was really freaking good, by the way.”
“Yes it was, baby. And so then you pretty much watched baseball and drank beer the rest of the day and for dinner you had a sandwich, and I had a salad. And then you went to bed and I watched True Blood, which is really good but very bloody and gross and disturbing and I had all these bloodsucking dreams all night.”
“Yeah. Everyone is always bloodsucking in that show.”
“I know. Anyway, Sunday was probably the best day. We got up and picked up Drew at the Bart station and drove up to Sebastopol, and stopped by my parents’ house and talked about my dad’s movies he made called Hickory & Satch and the Deadly Dr. D and The Hacker Brothers and stuff like that, and we watched the first few minutes of a show about a Golden Monkey or something.”
“Tales of the Gold Monkey.”
“Yeah. Then we went to our friends’ house out in the country and had a great day with lots of great friends. We played beer-kickball, and ate cheese sausages and chips & queso and drank beer, then we played Catchphrase, and watched some of the 15-inning Giants game,* and then you played Ultimate Frisbee for 3 hours, then it got SO COLD-“
“So cold, and we couldn’t see the fireworks because of all the fog and we huddled around the fire outside. Then as we were leaving, people set off firecrackers in the driveway and it was really cool and people sang songs about America. And then we went home because I had to work on Monday.”
“That was too bad.”
“Yeah. But it was a great weekend.”
And a great weekend it was.
*Bruce Bochy, the Giants’ manager, made one of the most remarkably dumb managerial decisions of his career, which is saying quite a bit. I think even those of you who are not baseball fans (most of you?) can appreciate this. In the late innings, Bochy removed his young star catcher – Buster Posey, perhaps the team’s best hitter, or at least top three – and replaced him with Eli Whiteside, a career minor leaguer with horrendous batting stats throughout his entire career and even worse hair. Why? We’re not sure. Whiteside doesn’t appear to be any faster, is arguably not a better catcher, and is unarguably a far worse hitter. Whiteside rewarded Bochy by striking out twice, including once with a runner on third base. The game went 15 innings. The Giants lost.
Here are a few posts I have on tap for this week, in order to wet your whistle:
– I have just been enlisted to play guitar during the ceremony for my good friend Mary’s wedding in September.
– I have also been enlisted to shuttle elderly people from a parking lot to a backyard wedding in August.
– Drew and Jessica and I had a great brainstorming session for engagement photos.
– An “ode to bread” that I have been working on for a while.
– & so much more!