The wife has returned from her exhausting job at shoe department hell to a dinner I've thrown together of barbecue sauce marinaded chicken breast, corn, and baked potatoes. She tells me how wonderful it is and I'm grateful she hasn't had a point of reference in so long to know any better. After the meal, we lighted just about every candle in the house, opened a couple of windows as not to suffocate, and turned the lights out, while listening to "A Prairie Home Companion " . We've adapted to a slower, more meaningful pace since our income qualified for the endangered species act, After the radio program (radio program: an ancient form of entertainment utilizing sound and imagination, high definition visuals provided courtesy of excellent writing) we'll crank up the high RPM silver platter and watch The Lake House, a movie having something to do with a house on a lake, I imagine.

Twenty, thirty years ago, if you'd told me I'd be content with such an evening, I'd hath protested too much, being the clueless youth predicting so much more in those halcyon days of high expectations without a road map to guide me to an understanding of things that matter. I must confess, however, that IN those times, anything was possible. I had yet to be introduced to probability.
It was a good movie.
3 comments:
How about listening to Three Irish Tenors singing Danny Boy and reading East of Eden by Steinbeck?
All in all... sounds like a great day. I'll have to be sure and put that movie on my "to watch" list. Keaneau Reeves, yummmmie... it's gotta be good.
Love & Peace,
~gina~
I think you'll like it, gina.
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