If you have not seen US, please watch it but watch it in a well lit room during the day time with other people and only after you have accepted that your one-sided relationship with Lupita Nyong'o will be harmed irrevocably but that your respect and admiration for her and her craft will go beyond the limits of what you ever thought possible.
Anyway, I didn't rest well our first night.
In my twilight sleep, Lupita Nyong'o's children crawled out of the walls and from under the bed. Her voice came down the hallway.
Every time I bolted upright, my fear of fictional characters was immediately replaced by my fear of the real neighbors. The countryside is dark and silent. Every twig snap and scrape on the roof was a gang of vigilantes coming by torchlight to corner us at the dead end.
Jaime slept soundly against the wall because he thinks sleeping closest to the door is a gender construct intended to make women feel dependent on men. He's a real fucking asshole. Harper was curled up where my legs were supposed to go despite paying extra for a king-sized bed. All three of us were naked and unprepared. I had to protect my family. But instead of putting pants on or making a plan, I obsessively designed outfits for Lupita Nyong'o to wear on red carpets for hours. It was our salvation.
In the morning, two of us were refreshed and ready for a hike in the rain.
For some reason, I'd recently read about flash flooding and knew we shouldn't wade through the creek running just over our boots, so we did. Despite the rain not being heavy, as the article warned it didn't have to be, the creek was already above our knees on the way back. Harper, newly empowered by the life jacket she wasn't wearing anymore, flipped over the bridge rail and got stuck with her head submerged under water. I froze, and Jaime pushed me out of the way to get to her.
I told him later that I didn't do anything because we have to let her find her own solutions to problems. Neither of us believed me. I also told him we had to check for ticks and leeches when we got back to the cabin. He took that very seriously.
I've never met someone who loves animals more than Jaime does, but even he has his limits. Ticks and leeches are on his "no" list as is my biggest "no": snakes.
The second day's rain kept us inside playing a German game called Chinese checkers for hours. I don't know what the fuck the snakes were doing, but they weren't with us.
Those scary bitches came to play the third day.
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