The sweetness of doing nothing.
I spent most of Saturday just lounging. All I did was set territory on my couch and watch movies until my eyes hurt. Even then I didn't turn the TV off. These were light movies, anyway. Not much thinking required. I got to watch some favorite classics, like Amelie and Funny Face, and some new ones I haven't seen. Like Eat, Pray, Love.
I read Eat, Pray, Love a couple of years back. This was the book that launched a thousand soul searches through travel. I thought it was lovely book, really. I enjoyed reading Elizabeth Gilbert's chronicle of her year eating, praying and loving. I remember also looking forward to watching the film, but somehow never got around to doing so. I think the movie did well, considering. I have learned to accept that there will always be missing pieces in an adaptation. One of my favorite things, both from the book and the movie, was her interlude in Italy. It's one of the places I have always dreamed of seeing. Someday, I know I'm going to see and experience it. For the time being, at least as far as my weekends are concerned, I try to emulate the Italian art of doing nothing. Dolce far niente.
