Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly, what a day
by chuckofish
“It was a beautiful summer afternoon, at that delicious period of the year when summer has just burst forth from the growth of spring; when the summer is yet but three days old, and all the various shades of green which nature can put forth are still in their unsoiled purity of freshness.”
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Our weekend was filled with texts of the baby’s progress–they went home on Friday–and pictures and FaceTime calls.
The wee twins came over on Sunday morning to frolic in the yard. They found our vintage Cozy Coupe from the late ’80s (“This was your daddy’s car!”) and they insisted on taking it for a spin.
It has a broken wheel and we were planning to replace it, but they had fun cleaning it up. We had also gotten out the little pool and they used it mostly for washing the car.
I finished reading Excellent Women by Barbara Pym and I enjoyed it very much, although after awhile the unconscious, careless rudeness of people toward the heroine, a single church-going woman, although wittily written, began to wear on me. Now I am looking for something else to move on to.
Over the weekend, I watched several movies released in the year 1973: American Grafitti, which did not hold up terribly well,
The Sting, which is a terrific movie,
and Walking Tall, which I had never seen before and was an interesting movie.
Indeed, it was an interesting year in movies. Except for the top movie, The Exorcist, the top 10 are surprisingly not a terrible list.
Anyway, I was in high school and I actually saw a lot of these movies, although I saw the rated R ones years later.
I also saw the Disney Robin Hood years later when my kids were small. We liked it a lot.
Now it is Monday and back to the salt mine of my home office. I am underwhelmed. Here’s a prayer we can all pray:
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