Himself: Swam, hunted for cars online all day. None in the newspapers any more. Almost got one. Shoe and window shopping at Fashion Valley, food court food and “Sherlock Holmes” in an almost empty theater.
Herself: Swam, wrote, put names and dates on the scans. Walk, puttered at the mall, looked for replacement shoes, enjoyed the movie. No panting, felt great, ate M&M’s….ah, guilt.
Balance: Enjoying the movie.
Yes, finding a solution to labeling all these many photographs is a very important thing. I can now click one button and have all the family regimented before me by name then date. Rows of Margaret’s. Rows of Thomas’s. But being whipped away out into the world to see a movie was an equally wonderful magic.
Why I am stalling on seeing “Avatar,” I don’t know, but this day I leaned toward “Sherlock Holmes.” There it was in all its steam punk bang and clang, it’s gloomy Victorian Industrial Age colors, it’s wools and taffetas and silks. There in its lavenders, and purples and blacks against the coals greys and earth tones was the majesty of the Empire at its height.
I must tell you, I liked it. I was so swept away by the sets, that I didn’t see a fraction of the movie. I banged on the hall walls as we left the theater in time with the heart beat of the movie’s music. I’ll see it again.
He’s announced that for his birthday, he wants to go out for a good dinner and to see “Avatar.” My waffling is over.
Margaret Millicent in college.
Margaret Millicent walking McGregor, undated.