So far, so good. I've managed to clear the living room of all boxes and clutter.
I tossed out a few things today even though some people would have a caniption. An old CD player/ cassette player/ stereo. The CD player didn't work anymore, and I wrote a sign on it and put it right in front of the dumpster. Somebody might want it. Somebody only waited for me to leave the dumpster before picking it up and taking it right into their house. I later knocked on the door and gave them about five, very nice baskets that I really have no use for.
I was able to set everything up in the living room and debate wether or not I really wanted to keep the rocking chair. I think I'm going to deposit that in front of the dumpster too. I didn't want it in the first place. I managed to unearth some of my candles and incense. I lit some incense and put on some Pink Floyd. Then I marched up the stairs and insisted that the husband unit of this family go downstairs and make many comments about how nice it looked.
Give this wife the deserved praise. Thank you.
Then we went to a matinee showing (cheaper) of Kill Bill. I love that movie. I love Quentin Tarentino. I love the soundtrack. I am not usually a big fan of Uma Therman. I've never had any problem with work she's done, I just thought she never stood out to me before. In this movie, I thought she did some of the very best acting that I've ever seen. I thought it was overly gorey in some parts. But, I believe that goes with Quentin. I felt that it was like watching a moving piece of art. One of the reasons I like Quentin Tarentino is that he challenges me to like something that I would normally not like.
John and I just about throttled a dude who didn't turn off his cell phone. It rang in a very bad part. To add to the crappy timing of the phone call, the guy decides he's going to have a conversation. We proceeded to tell him to shut the fucking phone off. I mean, if you're gonna take calls in a movie, set it to vibrate, and if you insist on talking, leave the fucking theatre. Don't be an asshole. I called him a redneck yuppie. This is Kiiin tuck ay, Ah Ken karree a cell pho en, butt ah caint read wan da skreen sez to tern et awf.
asshole.
Moving on
Another bonus to watching an excellent movie, is that I got to see The Trailer. and in case you don't know of what I speak, I would be talking about Return of the King. Woo hoo! Kick ass. Rock.
Also got to see the trailer for Matrix Revolutions.
I talked to John's mom for a bit today, we got into the conversation about the war. Not a good idea for me because there are people who insist that there is evidence to connect the WTC tragedy with Saddam, and our right to go in there. Not going to carry the conversation over to here, but let's just say, she and I were on opposite sides of the fence. It was interesting to listen to the news in the UK, and how it differs from our news, and our perspectives. Especially regarding the war.
Just when I thought that I was all done with the grocery store, I walk by the eggs. I was concentrating so hard on not getting anything that wasn't on my list that I missed something that was on my list. :P
And I've overcome the ultimate test.
Trial Size on sale.
A Drug Emporium store is going out of business here, and I went in there because I had to pick up my vitamins. Everything was 40% off.
And there they were. Staring at me in their perfect little tiny bottles. Calling to me. I resisted. But the experience has left me marred.
Tomorrow, we go to the storage unit to get a carload of stuff. Not really wanting to do that since my living room now looks so loverly. I dinna wanna put anything else away. But, what has to be done, has to be done. Putting it off will only weigh on your mind.
The joys of trying to accept responsibility.
Posted by hawkie at October 18, 2003 08:06 PM