MorningSunday morning began as it usually does, with "CBS Sunday Morning." But I finally made cinnamon and sugar so for the first time in months and months I had cinnamon toast for breakfast. Sigh. Then I toyed with the scanner, adding a photograph to the story of the nuptials and doing some stuff for work. I couldn't get a connection, though, and wasn't quite bright enough to think of going through DU. So no mail and no posting. Oops.
AfternoonWhen HAO arrived, around noon, she sampled my cookies and we shared
whatever vital information we had to and settled down to watch a taped "Northern
Exposure." She says she has most of them on tape already, but she had
never seen this episode, which introduces One Who Waits. I love Ed. Ed and
Chris. HAO
thinks that if you combined them with Joel, you'd have the perfect man,
but I disagree. How does Joel possibly improve them? She says he's appealing
despite himself. I countered that yeah, you could add Holling's QID sex
drive and Maurice's wealth to Ed's sweetness and simplicity and Chris's
philosophizing and appearance, but Joel? I'd rather have the moose. Well,
we disagree about men anyway.
We took a long walk, doing the usual stretch of the Highline Canal Trail
and continuing south to where the Cherry Creek trail joins it. And talked.
Physically and emotionally, the walk was a good thing.
EveningHome again, the three of us discussed dinner. Taco
Bell or Le Central? Neither: we were going to
have salad and ravioli, as usual. HAO
and I set out for Taco Bell and BB and then turned back because the wind had
picked up and we needed additional garb. "Plus we could drive," I
offered. "Environmental HYPOCRISM
is my specialty," she agreed. She'd brought flannel pants and I put on
jeans and we set out again, this time getting a little farther before she remembered,
"We were going to drive."
But we didn't turn around again and walked the whole quarter mile to the
Taco Bell, which this time I entered. Usually I wait on the curb for her.
So I can no longer claim I have never entered such a franchise which never
meant anything anyway, as I could have bought from a drive-through. I still
haven't.
Night The other end of Sunday television happened with dinner
and dessert, "60 Minutes" and "The Simpsons" (a particularly
good one, with Homer and Marge singing "Those Were the Days," the
"All in the Family" theme) and "King of the Hill," then
eschewing "The X-Files" for "Scream." Much as I did while
watching "Re-Animator" (which I secretly loved) and "Nightmare
on Elm Street" with my principal instructor in the slasher genre, PLT,
I announced approximately every ten minutes, "I'm not liking this."
"Halloween" I saw with my parents somehow--how can that have been,
in the days before there was a VCR in every pot and when they wouldn't've brought
me to it in a theatre? Maybe at my father's house when he had HBO? I guess.
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