1. I’m continuing on with my 52 Weeks of Blue challenge. This is what I am doing. I am taking a photo once a week that has something of the color blue as its central theme. Those are the chosen photos I’m posting today.
2. Day before yesterday, I felt really weird. After getting up at 7:30 am, I went back to bed at 10 am, slept until about 6 pm, got up watched the news, ate dinner and watched a couple of other TV shows and went back to bed around 9:30 and slept through the night. Could this be payback for losing that one hour this past weekend or am I just catching up in some other way? Who knows? Weird, eh?
3. Speaking of time, I still have that crazy atomic clock that sits next to my bed. It is exactly 11 minutes slow, which means that it lost another minute in the last year or so. It has no knobs or buttons for changing the time because it’s supposed to adjust to the atomic clock all by itself. Every fall, it faithfully falls back and every spring, it faithfully springs forward. It’s just 11 minutes off. It may be something about me and time. We apparently don’t mix. I can’t wear a watch either. I kill them. So, if you want to stay current, I’d say you had better stay away from me.
|This was taken in the window of the department store Faces in Northampton, Massachusetts, |
which is closing after 40 years in business.
4. My son Evan and I joined some friends yesterday evening and went to see Monty Python and the Holy Grail on the big screen at our local movie theater Cinemagic. I haven’t laughed so much in a very long time. The movie is forty years old this year, but I was surprised to see that easily half the audience, including my son and four others in our little group, hadn’t been born yet when the movie was produced. That must make the movie timeless in a way.
|I have yet to lose my marbles completely.|
5. I was saddened to hear about Terry Pratchett dying. In case you are unfamiliar with him, he was a writer of fantasy books and creator of the Discworld series. I’ve spent many very entertaining hours with him over the last few years. Pratchett had a rare form of Alzheimer's disease, which killed him at age 66 which was too young, in my opinion. He said, “So much universe and so little time.” He sure was right about that. RIP, Terry Pratchett.