I had a plan for Sunday to write a Monday post that would knock your socks off in its brilliance. Well, that's often the plan and I've yet to achieve it, but I did have a couple of important things to say.
Instead, I puttered around and read the papers and made a few lists of this and that. I chatted with some far-away friends on the phone. I sorted most of the paper on the desk and I played with the cat for a while. Then, previously unplanned and a surprise even to myself, I up and went to the movies.
It's a ten-minute walk from home and this little theater here in Lake Oswego is the same one my mother took me to when I was a little girl – about 65 years ago.
When I got home two hours later, I didn't feel like writing, so here as filler for today are a few photos I've collected during the fall color season. You'll see that it doesn't take much to amuse me.
Each morning this time of year, I open my front window to a dazzling show of many shades of color – red, yellow, green, brown, orange and all.
Sometimes it is the abundance of one color that is spectacular. Yellow is nice.
And so is red.
More red with a touch of green and yellow.
Mushrooms pop up all over the place after a rain shower. I wish I knew what was edible.
There had been a bag of peanuts in the shell sitting around in the kitchen for too long so one morning, I put a few out on the patio table and look what happened.
No squirrel I've seen has ever visited that table before. I wonder how they know when something they like appears.
Oh, the movie. It was the early show, 1PM, with only about a dozen patrons. Not one of us was younger than 60 which I thought was strange. Since I was young, I've made it a habit to catch up with movies at early screenings on Saturdays and Sundays, especially on rainy days like yesterday and it was always a mixed-age crowd. But not here.
This was George Clooney's new picture, The Ides of March, with Ryan Gosling and a few other big names about a primary race in Ohio for the Democratic nomination for president.
Meh. It wasn't terrible but it sure did need some energy. The title is way too dramatic for such an underwhelming film. It would have been better to stay home and watch Bulworth again or The Best Man or Bob Roberts or a slew of more interesting political films.
At The Elder Storytelling Place today, Terry Hamburg: Sound the Alarm!