Sunday, February 6, 2011

Life is like smoke through a keyhole...

Bet you can't tell me what movie that line is from.

We've been watching movies all day long (if the day started after noon and drifted into the night) It's now 15 til 11 on Saturday night. We've seen Robert Culp and that English guy I recognized but can't remember his name in some 1970's weir-devil movie reminiscent of Indiana Jones and Temple of Doom only set in England, of course. Gold bullets, not silver, too. It was campy and fun.

We've watched Sandra Bullock in Speed 2. And it was very entertaining.

We've rehashed every Saturday rerun of NCIS until I can say the lines for the entire show myself. And I flipped the channel to see the movie I'm watching now...

I've done some laundry. Washed some dishes. Listened as the water explodes into the toilet tanks because the waterlines are full of air. No real cooking: I wanted some brownies but had to settle for really old Oreo cookies. The air is cold. The sky was so grey today that the entire day looked like early evening (and it didn't begin to get dark until 6 o'clock...go figure.)

I walked the garbage to the garbage bin three times this afternoon. Great exercise. I'm glad I wasn't the guy who fell on his way back from the mailbox and got covered in snow by the snow plow (as was on the aol news today.) He was frozen, but rescued by his nosey neighbors.

I heard from one of my oldest friends, Jean B., last week. She's a heart surgery survivor and now has got  vertigo that has stopped her from driving. Her son, David is staying with her at night. His wife, Louella, is staying with HER mother at night. Louella was in the first senior class I had at Flemington High. David was a year ahead of her. Jean is the age of my Mother, 89, and has dealt with her Mother (who lived briefly with her)  in a nursing home and her husband with Alzheimer's - both gone now and these were events of her early retirement years...Since she retired, she has driven all over the country in her RV to visit relatives. I know she misses her independence - she's still in her own home.

I went grocery shopping last night after school. I had some of the energy I've been missing these past few years. Maybe that's because I have a student teacher to take my morning classes, maybe it's because the light is better as the days get longer, maybe I'm not as depressed (nae, that's not it), maybe it's because I ate a salad instead of hot pepper cheese bread for dinner on Thursday... [anyhow - I took a look at myself in the mirror and decided I need to get a haircut and lose some weight - when I get world enough and time. Maybe in the summer.]

For stress relief:  I still have those little bottles of wine with the screw off tops... I did order some jeans and t-shirts  from LLBean in two sizes larger that the ones I have now, for wearing just until I get WEAT. I want to buy REDS when I get to the store next time. It stars all those old stars like Helen Mirren (sp) and Bruce Willis... and should be a hoot!

Stan perks up when there is something to interest him - the phone call from Barbara tonight got him interested and he stayed awake for another hour to watch a tv show he liked.

I'm going to dose up with asprin and go to bed. Last night I forgot the asprin and I regretted it.

The movie is almost over... Pea soup still sucks...(do you know the movie yet?) and those lemon swabs - they are ubiquitous. And the coffee story generates a genuine laugh!