So I called my grandson. Yah. He wanted to. Then I called my son. Yah. Him, too. Thursday, I left LSD and headed for Reisterstown. I picked up my grandson at UMBC, then we met my son at the theatre.
We all enjoyed the movie, but I think I got the most out of it. Tim Burton is a genius. The scenery reminded me of ‘Edward Scissorhands’ in that it was set around 1960. The characters were so—-characteristic? Sorry. I’m not very good at this. My favorite was the science teacher. His face was so long that you couldn’t look at his eyes and his mouth at the same time. And his mouth was so expressive! Would I see this movie again? Yes! Definitely!
Friday, I went shopping. My daughter told me Weber’s had cider and apples and I wanted to go to JoAnns. I found a Hallowe’en doormat and a knitting magazine, but no fabric. Weber’s yielded a bushel of Winesap apples and two gallons of apple cider. Then I visited my brother and sister-in-law. Some of my high school friends may remember her as the new French teacher. We spent a pleasant afternoon discussing aches and pains, kids and cats. I gave them some apples and they gave me two trees and a Christmas cactus.
Saturday, I packed up and headed home. As usual, I brought more than I needed. But, really, does it really matter? I drive a minivan. I forgot that the Frederick Road exit was closed, but I am familiar with the area and got to Cloverhill yarn in just a few extra minutes. The shop has changed hands again, but it’s still a good place to get basic yarns. I managed to find two of the three skeins of Brown Sheep bulky that I wanted, so I was happy.
Today is Sweetums’ birthday so I think I’ll take him to Smith’s for dinner. What else do you do with a guy who pretty much buys whatever he wants and doesn’t want much? But, I love him. That’s why he’s Sweetums.
Flo was unimpressed.
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 