Dearly Beloved and I didn’t go to many movies last year. We’ve seen too many that were too loud, too soft, too long, too violent, too foul-mouthed, too stupid, not to mention too expensive. Or maybe it was that we were too lazy. Our interest began to wane shortly after we swore off movie popcorn because it was so bad for us.
We haven’t jumped on the Red Box bandwagon either. It’s fine if you know what you want, but it’s not a way to browse, is there? I can’t even buy a can of tomatoes without reading the cans, so I can’t choose a movie based on the title alone.
Tuesday, I rented Flight and Skyfall from our library and congratulated myself on getting two movies we wanted to see for less than the price of a movie ticket. While I was out, I ran by the plant nursery and selected a flat of snapdragons and several spring and summer perennials.
Had DB not been interested in seeing them, too, I’d have simply watched them on my laptop, but he wanted to see them on his fancy HD+ TV, so he brought our old DVD player in from the bedroom and hooked it up in the den.
About 15 minutes into the first one, the screen suddenly went blank. No sound, no picture… just grey screen. We put in the second movie. Nothing.
“I think,” DB informed me as he fiddled with a fistful of remote controls, “that it is probably the player. It has died of old age.”
I assumed that we’d watch them on the laptop at that point, but DB had a different solution: “We need a new DVD player.”
At this point, I should probably mention that the man has been sick with a stomach flu–again– for almost a week now. He has really felt rotten. That made me the designated shopper.
I headed over to Best Buy, which is in one of those parking garage kind of malls with a Best Buy and Trader Joe’s on the same parking level. At any given time, there are so many cars trolling for a parking space that there is no such thing as an empty spot. One waits until she spots a shopper leaving the store and tries to be in the right place at the right time to snag the shopper’s parking space. When the thin mom with the pony tail, a baby in a car seat, and a cart full of environmentally correct bags headed toward the aisle I was on, I guessed “black SUV” and stopped just short of it, flipping on my turn signal so that the trollers behind me would go around. I’d guessed right. I listened to my book on CD while she loaded her baby and her groceries into the SUV, pushed her cart to the side, got behind the wheel and maneuvered her vehicle out of the tight, perpendicular parking place amid all the circling vulture cars.
DB had suggested Best Buy because they were apt to have knowledgeable sales persons to assist me. I think they were at lunch. The very nice young man who assisted me said that he knew nothing about them. I selected one that was the same brand as our TV.
Much to the disappointment of the drivers lusting for my space, I put the DVD player box into the car and walked up to Trader Joe’s at the other end of the parking level, figuring that I might as well take full advantage of my parking space. I returned home with three bags of groceries and a DVD player.
DB opened the box and assembled his toys, only to find that the required HDM1 connector was not included and had to be purchased separately. This time I headed to Target, which is across the street from the Trader Joe/Best Buy mall.
Since I don’t go to Target very often, I might as well stock up on some pharmacy and laundry items while I was there, I figured. I left with the connector cord and two bags of purchases.
When I returned the movies to the library so that I wouldn’t have overdue fines, I ran by Walgreen’s to drop off a couple of prescription renewals, then ran into EarthFare because it was giving away free Irish Vintage Cheddar with a small purchase. What the heck, since I was already in the neighborhood?! While there, I bought an corned beef brisket, a couple of crab cakes, and three bags of groceries.
I saw on Wowbrary that my library has ordered Life of Pi, another movie we want to see. I put it on hold. Why not? We have a giant box of Boy Scout popcorn we need to eat.
Look at how much we’re saving!