January 4th, 2009

Served breakfast, shopping@Kohl's, Doubt (the movie), and some free pool...

We got up at about 9:30, and Robert made me breakfast, while I nursed my back on the couch.

At about 12:15, we left for Kohl's, where Robert checked out their shoe sale for a new pair of sneakers. He ended up not getting a pair, but did get a set of twin sheets for his mother's new home hospital bed.

We saw the 1:20 screening of Doubt at the Galaxy Cinema.

Movie synopsis: It's 1964, St. Nicholas in the Bronx. A vibrant, charismatic priest, Father Flynn (Academy Award® winner Philip Seymour Hoffman), is trying to upend the schools' strict customs, which have long been fiercely guarded by Sister Aloysius Beauvier (Academy Award® winner Meryl Streep), the iron-gloved Principal who believes in the power of fear and discipline.

The winds of political change are sweeping through the community, and indeed, the school has just accepted its first black student, Donald Miller. But when Sister James (Academy Award® nominee Amy Adams), a hopeful innocent, shares with Sister Aloysius her guilt-inducing suspicion that Father Flynn is paying too much personal attention to Donald, Sister Aloysius sets off on a personal crusade to unearth the truth and to expunge Flynn from the school.

Now, without a shard of proof besides her moral certainty, Sister Aloysius locks into a battle of wills with Father Flynn which threatens to tear apart the community with irrevocable consequence.

Robert and I both love Meryl Streep in just about anything she's in. This movie was no exception. Philip Seymour Hoffman is quickly becoming one of my favorite actors, too.

Four thumbs up—two of mine and two of Robert's.

After the movie, we were going to have an early dinner at Red Lobster with a $25 gift card Robert got for Christmas, but there was a huge accident causing severe traffic congestion around Crossroads, so we just went home and had ham sandwiches instead.

My insurance statements arrived over the weekend detailing the $4,100 cost of my arthroscopic knee surgery. And that didn't count the $900 MRI before it to determine that it was necessary.

I met Joe at Flex for an early night out tonight. The "movie crowd" was there, as well as Joe and Phil, so we spent a little time talking with them.

Then we played a game of pool before this guy named Larry came in and put quarters on the table indicating he wanted to play the winner. We set him "straight" that we play shoot pool, and we don't generally play other people, but if he wanted to, we could play some cut-throat. So that's what we did.

Our your-age-determines-your-ball-range (no comment) scheme for cut-throat revealed that Larry was 37—so he got the 1-5 balls, Joe got 6-10, and I got 11-15.

I left Joe there at about 10:15.