My food box and Orlando

Random shot of my pansies... still playing with the new camera.

Usually once a week or so my Mother-in-law takes kid #1 and #2 for an overnight... maybe two if it's the summer.  Sometimes it's more stressful because we have to rush around to take them and pick them up and still get them to all of the extra crap that they are doing.  But in the summer.... it's awesome.  It's like a mini vacation really.
Today we dropped them both off and came home afterwards.  We watched a movie... at 3pm in the afternoon.  What?  I know.  We watched 'Orlando'.  I bizarre movie that I watched at some point in the 90's at 'Cinema de Paris' in Montreal, sadly now closed.  I can't remember how much tickets used to be... maybe $4 or $2 or something right in there.  It was primarily an english language repertory theatre when I was in Montreal.  It was amazing to go and watch a cheap film in between classes (which could explain some of my marks) with a friend or two and to catch some things that you would NEVER see in a normal theatre EVER.  'Orlando' is one of those movies.  I managed to catch it on Netflix and I just had to watch it again.
It's based on a Virginia Woolf novel (one that I need to read because I've only read 'A Room of One's Own') about Orlando whose life spans over 400 years after he is commanded by Queen Liz 1 to stay young forever.  Which Orlando does for his Queen... maybe I should say her Queen.  Orlando changes gender about 1/2 way through the movie and at about year 250 in his/her life.  It's a fascinating look at gender politics, roles and also the genderless being under our skin (so to speak).
Makes me think about my own definitions... of myself and the people around me.  What if our personality, our character has as much to do with our gender as say our body parts do?  What if gender doesn't even matter... what if it's everything and nothing?  Cool thoughts.  I thoroughly enjoyed my afternoon.... and as a result didn't cook.
Plus it's too bloody hot.

What I did for you all though is take some stupid pictures of my food box.  Is that even inspiring?  Tomorrow the temps are supposed to be down just below the 30 degree mark.  That means I'll be in the kitchen cooking up a storm for the rest of the week which is going right back up into the mid-thirties again.  Not that I'm complaining about the heat... just don't want to heat up the kitchen any more ;-)