All right, my lovelies, self thinks she has no outstanding e-mail that hasn’t been answered, and week is ending on an “up” note, for even though self did little writing, she did accomplish many many things, such as:
Bought dog repellent from Wegman’s.
Had her annual eye exam (Cost $20 more this year than last, self wonders why, and then self had to wander out into sunny street half-blind from the little explosions of air optometrist aimed at her pupils).
Saw lovable dentist (Who informed self that her mouth/ teeth were so bad that she would categorize such as, quote, “hopeless” — Dentist was supposed to put in a crown but changed her mind and said no, no, nothing would save that particular tooth/ stump; self imagines she will just have to dodder along until her teeth rot or fall out of their own accord, which is perfectly fine with self, because then she saves $2000 and maybe she can go to Europe next summer).
Had Double Rainbow ice cream (Peanut Butter Sundae w/ chocolate chips) on Tuesday and Gelato Classico (Peanut Butter Cioccolato w/ Lychee) today.
Watched Justin Timberlake’s highly entertaining Future Sex/Love concert at Madison Square Garden, shown on HBO Wednesday.
Finished letter of recommendation for student.
Found out self has outstanding fines of almost $15 from library.
Now, self is sitting all cozy on the sofa, wrapped in blanket (as self’s house is either too hot or too cold), pink Datebook section from the Chronicle on her lap (Does anyone remember the time when they tried to make the Datebook white or some such neutral color? Pink being thought too precious or something? And then they had to go back to making it pink? But, as usual, I digress). Since summer is ending or has ended, self thinks this would be a perfect time to conduct round-up of summer movies: the good, the bad, the indifferent, the not-yet-seen, and the abhorrent.
Here, in alphabetical order, the summer movies still showing and the ones self most ardently desires to see:
Balls of Fury: Hubby ardently desires to see
Becoming Jane: Niece ardently desires to see, but Datebook icon is only the staring man, which bodes no good.
The Bourne Ultimatum: Three cheers for Matt! This was self’s favorite movie of the summer.
Death at a Funeral: Self ardently desires to see
Deep Water: Self just read about this today. And while licking her peanut butter cioccolato w/ lychee on the sidewalk in front of Gelato Classico, saw that this was showing across the street, in Aquarius. Chronicle summarizes plot thus: A fantastic documentary, with extensive period-film footage, of two men who went crazy (one more than the other) during an around-the-world yacht race that began in England in 1968. Self ardently desires to see