I woke this morning, opening my eyes and spying, first thing, the Agatha Christie book that I'm almost done with. It's an old book, one I remember sitting on shelves in our first house; first for me, anyway.
It had a woodstove, did this house, made out of a barrel. In the wintertime we'd haul in wood to feed it's hungry face and chop ice to set in pans on top of it so that we could have water later for bathing and cooking.
The big luxury we had back in those days was that every so often we'd go to a movie in the little town nearby. It was not a first run theatre, nor second run, nor even fifth run. Mostly we watched James Bond and Dirty Harry movies. I think Jack, the crusty old owner, would send out and get whatever he could lay his hands on for $1.00 plus shipping and handling and supplement that with whatever he could steal, for a time, from the theatres in Anchorage. It was a strange mixture of old and new that reeled out before our eyes.
There was no such thing as seating capacity back then. A sign did exclaim that the theatre had one and a person might have been led to presume it bore some relation to how many seats were in the theatre. Yet there was a big open floor in between the front row and the screen and it was often filled with young bodies with eager eyes; so were the aisles.
This, in small part, describes the life I remembered when I saw the book. No time to finish reading it this morning, though. It was time to tidy up a bit, teeth brushing and such, and read the Bible.
I like to read the Bible in the morning, to sort of set my head straight for the day. Sometimes it even works! I also like to read it before laying down for the night. If I have a good book of another sort, such as the Agatha Christie, I will read that a while too if I can't sleep.
This morning I remembered something someone told me this morning and sat in stunned amazement. Not that what they said was extraordinary by most standards. It was simply that it was said at all from them and in relation to me. No promises were made, no plans made, the words were few and not a bit grandiose, but , all the same, they made my heart fly out of my chest and when my thoughts drift back that direction, where the words lay in my memory, my heart flutters anew; it's wings lifting up and battering into my brain, making me dizzy.
A little later this morning, I went swimming. There is an Adult Swim at the pool just down the road, which is not near as risque as it sounds. This is good as my parents also attend and while they are still married and therefore still quite within their bounds to find each other attractive in that sort of way, there are some things I simply do not wish to know about.
I've met several interesting persons at this Adult Swim. Most of them are much older than I am. Today, Mom and I applauded an elderly lady who has moved to the town just recently because she swam all the way across the pool. She was beaming and grinning from ear to ear.
As we were leaving the pool, she called out to us "Hey, I did it again! Applause is in order!" and, trust me, applause was given.
Her husband recently bought a motorcycle as he used to ride all the time in his youth and got a hankering to get back into it. Nothing too fancy, but he's happy with it; I think it's a Suzuki, but I forget. Anyway, right after buying it, he managed to crash it and tear himself up a bit. She says now he waits until she is at some sort of group meeting a few towns over and instead of joining her, he'll take his bike out on the straight stretch between the town she's in and the next town over. It was when he misjudged a turn that he crashed, so he wants to get in plenty of riding practice with no sharp turns at all.
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misschoos
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Jul 27 @ 5:40AM
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I thought you had missed the point when I got to the bottom, then I noticed that this was part 1. 
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HopelesslyHopeful
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Jul 27 @ 10:07PM
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lol I'm not sure how it will develop, Miss Choos, but it started out as one really big point:
People keep telling me to get a life .. I already have one!
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