Lliris de maig

At Nuphy's suggestion, I queued Le temps qui reste from François Ozon. I didn't expect the GWO to watch it with me. "It's French," I reminded him. "What if you get bored?" "Then I'll go do something else." He didn't, but he didn't care for it either. I wasn't sure if I did myself until he opened his mouth to criticise it and I said, "I don't want to hear you didn't like it." Sometimes I feel like he doesn't really grok cinema--which is, of course, totally fine. But I'm just not used to that from someone who has such a consummate appreciation for literature, so it confuses and annoys me.

He made Swiss steak for dinner, which tasted like it did when I was a kid, only good. After the film, I called my sister to wish her a happy birthday. She was at a convention for boardgame geeks and having a whale of a time. I wasn't sure if our mother had given her my gift or not, so I kept her on the phone while I awkwardly felt her out about that. I guess she'll get the surprise on Sunday. Our stepmom is also in town, but she's solo babysitting, so it sounds like we won't see her before she leaves on Sunday.