My parents have been away for a couple of weeks, traveling in Portugal, Gibraltar, and Spain, and they returned on Thursday night. I went to pick them up at the airport after work and then returned home to a very happy-to-see-them dog. (It was very shortly like they’d never been gone — “oh, were you away? welcome back” — but clearly just him and me for two weeks wasn’t exactly what he’d prefer.
I was out of the office this week, except for Thursday and Friday, visiting campuses and talking with instructors (or being stood up them), and I was out the week before. So I’m slowly getting used to a regular schedule too, just as much as the dog.
This evening, I did let myself do something I pretty much refused to while I was alone in the house: I watched a horror movie. Seriously, I like horror movies, but I can be kind of a wuss about them. The house is three stories tall, it’s dark and mid-October, and it’s just me and the dog. I didn’t even want to watch Sleepy Hollow in the evenings.
So I was kind of looking forward to this…but disappointed when I actually decided on a movie, Resolution. It’s interesting — I’m seeing it described a lot as an indie Cabin in the Woods, which I guess is sort of accurate — but it’s not very scary, and it’s pretty disappointing in the end. It’s almost a parody of the genre, or a knowing commentary on it, except less knowing and and well-constructed as Cabin.
Anyway, that was my Saturday. My parents are still a little jet-lagged, I think, and maybe feeling a little under the weather too. But the dog is clearly glad that they’re back, if only because my father is the soft touch when the dog’s begging at the dinner table.
I can’t watch horror movies when I’m home alone either. Or go in the basement. Or the garage. Or the yard after dark.
I blame too many horror movies.