Movie Night Smalls

What’s Movie Night?  The Great Geezer and I flat out love NCIS.  During the long television summer hiatus, instead of spending eons spinning the dial, we watch a movie.  New or old, we treat ourselves as if we were going to the theater.  M&M’s and  popcorn, with the addition of small tables and carafes of water.  Since Himself bought the complete seven seasons of West Wing, these episodes have been our fare on Movie Night.  We have just started into season six, and the fictional campaigns for the presidency are filling our screens.

What’s a small?  In the antique and collectible business, a collection of small salt and pepper shakers would be considered smalls as would be thimbles or tiny ceramic dogs.  That sort of thing.  Endless little tid-bits.

No rain.  I’ve been eagerly watching the TV weather for news of rain from an overhead tropical storm.  Sunday they told us it would rain.  Nope.  Monday they said.  Nope, no rain.  Now Wednesday again.  I’m not holding my breath for this anymore.  The rain is going right over our heads and flooding the back country while we turn into dried lakes of dust.

Mikey’s stepmom Gloria, a dear friend of Bobbies, heard of a young man who lost his mother.  He’s been placed with his mother’s best friend, and he arrived on her doorstep with just what he had.  The foster care system says that only new clothes can be purchased with the money they provide, but it turns out that this child is exactly the same size as Mikey.  Bobbie and Gloria cleaned out Mikey’s closet yesterday.  All I can hope is that the kid likes Boss denims.

The next round of doctor’s appointments begin this Friday with the urologist.  Next week I see both my GP and the Surgeon.  It would be nice if one of them would free me for the gym if not yet the pool.  I can walk almost two blocks up and down hill now, but if I didn’t have a walker with a chair, I couldn’t do the distance.  Maybe this weekend the Great Geezer can take me over to the flatness of Shelter Island.