Back to the salt mines or You’ve got to grind, grind, grind at that grindstone*
by chuckofish
Having gotten up at 4 a.m. to drive daughter #1 to the airport to catch an early flight back to NYC, I am now heading off to the salt mines where I may get a bit of rest after all the holiday hoopla.
Last week is kind of a blur. A blur filled with parties,
gift giving (and receiving),
eating too much , drinking more than usual,
shopping a lot, going to church (even a funeral)
and talking pretty much non-stop.
We also watched Mary Poppins and the next night saw Saving Mr. Banks, which I enjoyed very much.
I was in the third grade when I first saw Mary Poppins in 1964.
We went to see it at the fabulous Fox Theatre downtown for my dual personality’s 6th birthday. We went to the University Club for dinner first. It was a huge deal. The build-up was big. We must have been so excited. I just remember loving it–every minute–and being so sad when it was over. And wanting to go again, which we did.
When was the last time you felt like that at the end of a movie?
While you’re mulling over this question, here’s a little something fun from the Ashmoelean Museum at Oxford:
* Bert in Mary Poppins
dual personalities 
Nice photos 😉
#thanks
Everything (and especially Susie) looks beautiful! Going to see Mary Poppins is indelibly etched upon my memory — I found the whole dinner/movie thing incredibly exciting and more than a little overwhelming. But I loved the movie and especially “feed the birds”.
As I recall, your birthday and our Christmas was all about Mary Poppins as well–i.e. dolls, the record etc. I learned all the songs as did all my friends. I still know most of the words!