I didn't go to yoga class yesterday because I had to take the cat to the vet for shots, which involved turning the mattress upside down and shaking the box spring till the terrified beast fled into the living room. I tried to do it gently, gradually, but she is too smart and suspicious. By the time I got her to the vet, she had relieved herself and needed a wash. The vet had to shave the hair from her bottom to get off the mess. Poor little Shadow! She was off her feed this morning from the excitement.
There were three guests/students and their friends at the film last night, which turned out to be a wonderful, if slightly cynical, Valentine's Day film, though I had forgotten that when I scheduled it for yesterday. I showed Prizzi's Honor, one of Huston's last films, a black comedy starring Jack Nickelson as a dim-witted hitman in love with an extremely sharp female counterpart, played by Kathleen Turner. It was a terrific film, also starring Anjelica Huston in a supporting role. She won an Oscar for it. And yes, Huston is the director's daughter.
Though I might have liked more people in the audience, it was still an enjoyable evening. I was happy that people came at all, though I wonder if any will show up next week for another Huston film, The Treasures of the Sierra Madre, origin of one of the most famous movie lines: "Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges." I don't think it goes exactly that way, but close enough.