And now for the return of Summer Pants
It's 96 today!
On this 96 day, we decided to hop in the car and head for the nearest metropolis. Other was going to see a horror movie and I was going to laze about in a coffee shop plotting the designs for my next quilt, but this was not to be, because the movie theatre (which turned out to be pretty ramshackle and not without menacing employees) only accepted cash, and it was too late to go get cash, and the other theatre nearby wasn't playing a show for another two hours, etc.
So the mini-metropolis is also showing the horror movie, at 10pm, which is pretty late (for me) for a Tuesday, but I have volunteered to go sit at Steak 'n Shake [beancrock] while Other takes in the flick. But he is lamenting the lack of a horror movie partner. I will not go with him because I don't believe in horror movies. That is, the pointfulness of seeing them. And while I have nicely volunteered to go anyway, I think Other understands (from experience?) that if I do, then he'll spend the next three weeks sitting in the bathroom while I shower, opening closet doors for me, and hanging fabric over every mirror in the house.
I have taken a very agnostic stance on the existence of the paranormal; ghosts, spirits, angels, whathaveyou. In thinking about it, I realize that I've kind of assumed that my potential exposure to the paranormal is just like any other hobby that I've never been interested in. Nascar, model shipbuilding, tatting. If I'm not interested in tatting, why go to a tatting convention?
It's 96 today!
On this 96 day, we decided to hop in the car and head for the nearest metropolis. Other was going to see a horror movie and I was going to laze about in a coffee shop plotting the designs for my next quilt, but this was not to be, because the movie theatre (which turned out to be pretty ramshackle and not without menacing employees) only accepted cash, and it was too late to go get cash, and the other theatre nearby wasn't playing a show for another two hours, etc.
So the mini-metropolis is also showing the horror movie, at 10pm, which is pretty late (for me) for a Tuesday, but I have volunteered to go sit at Steak 'n Shake [beancrock] while Other takes in the flick. But he is lamenting the lack of a horror movie partner. I will not go with him because I don't believe in horror movies. That is, the pointfulness of seeing them. And while I have nicely volunteered to go anyway, I think Other understands (from experience?) that if I do, then he'll spend the next three weeks sitting in the bathroom while I shower, opening closet doors for me, and hanging fabric over every mirror in the house.
I have taken a very agnostic stance on the existence of the paranormal; ghosts, spirits, angels, whathaveyou. In thinking about it, I realize that I've kind of assumed that my potential exposure to the paranormal is just like any other hobby that I've never been interested in. Nascar, model shipbuilding, tatting. If I'm not interested in tatting, why go to a tatting convention?
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