'The Visitor' was the feature at our Saturday night dinner and a movie blowout. It's just about my favorite movie ever so I liked seeing it for the second time and Vince went along with it. John and Kathy couldn't make it for Saturday so they came Sunday. I told them how good the movie was and that we could watch it again when they were here but Vince didn't like it as much as me so we talked instead.
Speaking of visitors...
Twelve hours after I arrived in Spokane on a red-eye from Athens I was sitting at a hotel in downtown Spokane with Kathy and Gaynelle, both Mankato State college roommates.* Helen was the only college roommate missing from our 1978 apartment down the hill from campus where even though we had two bedrooms, we all slept together in one (the other sat empty except for the turn table and 8-track player) because we couldn't decide how to divide us up.
Between the three of us we were able to dredge up the names of a lot of college friends that we knew we never forget but did. We convinced each other that we all looked the same as we did in 1978 and maybe even better.
Nineteen hours later, Janet**, an earlier college roommate and stepsister (long story) pulled in from Minnesota on a motorcycle with her husband.
You can't have too many close girlfriends.
Writing.
Thinking the meeting would give me the motivation to wrap-up (i.e. start) a little screenplay I been thinking about, I went to my first 'Metaline Falls writers group' last week but since all they talked about the whole time was how expensive things are nowadays, I may not go again. There must be some reason I can't work on the writing project at home but I don't know what it is so I rode on my mountain bike on pavement with really new, really wide knobby tires and an unpadded, lopsided 20 pound pack that didn't conform to my back (miserable ride) to Nelson, British Columbia and stayed at the Dancing Bear youth hostel for few nights to see if that would inspire me. It did, and now I have a screenplay about a girl that enters a cooking contest. It should be better than it sounds and shouldn't be too complicated to do except for the scenes with all the animals.
A Big Week:
The movie theater re-opened on Friday with 'Super 8', the smell of new paint and popcorn and a near record crowd, many of whom had to park somewhere other than the main street because all the parking spots were taken. Except for the sci-fi parts the movie was good.
We won 2 local kayak races on Saturday. One race had 4 boats, the other had 2 and the blue ribbon we came home with was the first of the summer.
After a fifty-five year delay, last week during a paddle, I got up the nerve to execute my first rope swing launch. Describing is as a 'launch' is pretty misleading but I can't think of a better word.
*I told you about Greece and I told you about Kathy my best friend from college and now Sleepy Eye, Minnesota home of Buttered Corn Days in my last post. Both Kathy and I majored in Parks and Recreation/Natural Resource management. She was a Rec major because she was passionate about it. I was a Rec major because it was easy. I was one of her bridesmaids.
**I was one of her bridesmaids too.
***Trying to come up with a good way to make sure that the three-quarter can of refried black beans I couldn't eat wouldn't go to waste, I walked over to Justin, the Liverpool, England-ite that had been traveling for 4 years and working on a website about how to travel for a long time with no money.
Beans in hand, I asked "Do you wan......" and before I could finished my sentence, he'd grabbed the can and was writing his name on it with the group sharpie while holding the refrigerator door open.
Speaking of visitors...
Twelve hours after I arrived in Spokane on a red-eye from Athens I was sitting at a hotel in downtown Spokane with Kathy and Gaynelle, both Mankato State college roommates.* Helen was the only college roommate missing from our 1978 apartment down the hill from campus where even though we had two bedrooms, we all slept together in one (the other sat empty except for the turn table and 8-track player) because we couldn't decide how to divide us up.
Between the three of us we were able to dredge up the names of a lot of college friends that we knew we never forget but did. We convinced each other that we all looked the same as we did in 1978 and maybe even better.
Nineteen hours later, Janet**, an earlier college roommate and stepsister (long story) pulled in from Minnesota on a motorcycle with her husband.
You can't have too many close girlfriends.
Writing.
Thinking the meeting would give me the motivation to wrap-up (i.e. start) a little screenplay I been thinking about, I went to my first 'Metaline Falls writers group' last week but since all they talked about the whole time was how expensive things are nowadays, I may not go again. There must be some reason I can't work on the writing project at home but I don't know what it is so I rode on my mountain bike on pavement with really new, really wide knobby tires and an unpadded, lopsided 20 pound pack that didn't conform to my back (miserable ride) to Nelson, British Columbia and stayed at the Dancing Bear youth hostel for few nights to see if that would inspire me. It did, and now I have a screenplay about a girl that enters a cooking contest. It should be better than it sounds and shouldn't be too complicated to do except for the scenes with all the animals.
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| The Dancing Bear inspired my 'girl enters a cooking contest' masterpiece. |
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| There was no easy way for me to get into that top bunk. |
A Big Week:
The movie theater re-opened on Friday with 'Super 8', the smell of new paint and popcorn and a near record crowd, many of whom had to park somewhere other than the main street because all the parking spots were taken. Except for the sci-fi parts the movie was good.
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| Next week. Is anyone else tired of Harry Potter movies? |
We won 2 local kayak races on Saturday. One race had 4 boats, the other had 2 and the blue ribbon we came home with was the first of the summer.
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| We got some new red chairs. This is just one of them but the other one looks just like it. |
After a fifty-five year delay, last week during a paddle, I got up the nerve to execute my first rope swing launch. Describing is as a 'launch' is pretty misleading but I can't think of a better word.
*I told you about Greece and I told you about Kathy my best friend from college and now Sleepy Eye, Minnesota home of Buttered Corn Days in my last post. Both Kathy and I majored in Parks and Recreation/Natural Resource management. She was a Rec major because she was passionate about it. I was a Rec major because it was easy. I was one of her bridesmaids.
**I was one of her bridesmaids too.
***Trying to come up with a good way to make sure that the three-quarter can of refried black beans I couldn't eat wouldn't go to waste, I walked over to Justin, the Liverpool, England-ite that had been traveling for 4 years and working on a website about how to travel for a long time with no money.
Beans in hand, I asked "Do you wan......" and before I could finished my sentence, he'd grabbed the can and was writing his name on it with the group sharpie while holding the refrigerator door open.
