It has been a busy week; a beloved parishioner died, and planning a funeral, combined with my own emotional reaction, makes it all seem busier than it actually has been. So I haven't had much time to think profound thoughts or get out in the garden (also above 80 every day, including humidity percentage).
When I looked over my film list, I caught 3 movies that I saw and did not highlight: Cabaret, Rear Window, and Dr. Strangelove. I caught others that I'm pretty sure I saw part of, but either fell asleep or was too high to remember the plots or endings (high? me? It was a long, long time ago). I think I've fallen asleep at least twice during Citizen Kane -- does that count as one complete viewing?
I'm looking forward to Top Chef on Bravo tonight. I just watched a couple of reruns of Project Runway, and Next to Queer Eye, that's got to be my favorite Bravo reality TV show. But Top Chef is fascinating because they know so much about food (I had to Google geoduck -- not poultry at all!), and they combine things in such bizarre ways -- sometimes making me think, "Hmmmm!" but other times the food seems just plain bizarre.
I'm getting more and more excited about my vacation. All arrangements are in place, and I'm trying to decide what clothes to take, etc. I might even bring a BIG suitcase, even for 2 weeks. I can't wait to spend 2 weeks with my best friend on the shores of Lake Erie. Maybe we'll even set up a card table in the water and play cards there, as we saw some folks do more than once!
But finally, my most important discovery: Last night I saw Paul McCartney on Larry King. He's 65 now, and doesn't exactly look like ten miles of bad road, but maybe five. But hey -- the last few years haven't been easy on him. I still wonder when he's going to figure out that his destiny is to grow old with me? I mean it. I need to meet this man, but since he's not religious, I don't figure I have any trick cards to play. If he was a religious guy, I could play the priest card. Oh, well. If you get any big ideas, be sure to let me know. I guess I stand a better chance with some of the Nashville cuties, since I'm within 2 hours of there.
No pictures this time, though the lamb chop I had for dinner tonight was a sight for sore eyes.