After my previous work week, in the last week of January (which was an extra-long work week including an additional shift), I had what was possibly an even more exhausting work week the first week of February. We're short of people in my position at the moment, and the Port has been doing a large maintenance project that's limited the amount of parking in the airport's parking garages. So, fewer people to move cars and fewer of our usual places to put them. Last night, after several hectic days in a row (even last Sunday, and Sundays usually aren't that busy for us), I actually napped for a couple of hours once I got home. Often I have trouble winding down enough to take naps; not a problem this time.
So during that week, I really didn't do much. Or have many thoughts that I felt could have supported particularly interesting blog entries. On the plus side, I am making notes for my next poem, so at least I can still think.
And I managed to do stuff last night after that nap: I went to the Academy Theater in SE Portland's Montavilla neighborhood to eat dinner then watch Monty Python's the Meaning of Life. The theater showed it for a week to honor the memory of Python's Terry Jones, who passed away recently after living for years with dementia.
It's a really funny film, but harsh in ways that have never completely worked for me; I've long felt it was trying too hard to be both offensive and funny, and sometimes is offensive and mean instead. But (for instance) the "Learning" section of the movie, including the scene with the world's most awkward Sex Education class, is both hilarious and dead-on in its satirical attacks. The song and dance number "Every Sperm is Sacred" (how many of those kids knew what they were singing?!) is also a hell of a highlight, as is the genuinely weird, disturbing, and funny scene with the Grim Reaper.
And finally, finally, I've gotten to see the short film The Crimson Permanent Assurance on the big screen, where I've wanted to see it for years. Terry Gilliam wrote and directed it, initially planning to do it as a few-minute animated segment of the movie, but changed to doing it live-action and with models; and the sequence grew, until it no longer fit well into Meaning of Life and the comedy troupe decided to make it its own film. (It also wound up being about as expensive on its own as the rest of the movie, but that money is ON the screen.) It's hilarious and bonkers, and was a major stepping stone for Gilliam on his way to making Brazil and The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, which used similarly huge-looking special effects. I watched the short with an almost constant grin.
After that, home. I arrived at midnight, and was able to log onto my bank account and see my paycheck for the end of January get deposited in my bank account. Then I slept. And slept. And slept some more, waking up very late this morning because damnit, after this week I needed to. I did finally get dressed and get out, having lunch at Diane's Restaurant on Foster then coffee at Carnelian.