Saturday Morning Blogging

Just sitting in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the kids and typing on the computer. You know, multi-tasking. The Junior Ricardipi are playing upstairs, Mrs. R'pus is sitting in bed marking grade 8 assignments, the Christmas Tree is lit up, and the budgie is, for once, perched quietly in the living room.

Oh, and I'm listening to a Bruce Springsteen CD I just bought, one of those discount "Greatest Hits" packages that doesn't come with a) liner notes, b) a proper jewel case, or c) half of the artist's greatest hits.

Now, like Coldplay, I'd normally not have a lot of use for Mr. Springsteen, but as it turns out there are quite a few songs I like, mainly of the gentler, ballad-y type. Like Al Pacino's acting - when he's not shouting or mumbling, he's really quite good.

Which reminds me that the last time I was on a plane, I watched a movie featuring Mr. Pacino - Ocean's Thirteen. The verdict: they probably should have stopped at twelve, unless you're a fan of Ellen Barkin, who does a creditable turn as the not-particularly-nice corporate lackey to Pacino's character. Or if you like all that beefcake - Pitt, Clooney, Damon, the less annoying Affleck brother, and about a hundred others in various roles.

But this post isn't about travels, or movies, or music, or even cooking breakfast. It's not the usual whining about the weather, nor complaining about being busy. It's not really about anything, because it's Saturday morning, the Christmas holidays are on their way, and I'm at home with my family. And that's just right, for now.