Last night BC and I sent my just-turned-13 year old nephew, Nathan, off to the opera with his mom and dad, a gift from us to honor his coming of age. They saw Ligetti’s Le Grand Macabre, which we’ll be seeing in a few weeks. Nathan’s little bro, Sammy, came over to hang with Reese, and we carved pumpkins and ate pizza and watched Plan 9 From Outer Space until we all fell asleep and everybody snapped awake at the same time and yelled at me for choosing such an awful movie. It really does live up to its reputation as the worst movie ever made. Reese has developed such an accute grasp of irony that I was surprised that he didn’t appreciate the wonder that was Ed Wood. His English class assignment last week was to write a biography from the perspective of a personal hero–he chose Gypsy Rose Lee. Off to brunch with Emily…
