Movies with Mary and Happy Endings for The Great Depresssion

Mary and I went to see the new American Girl movie. The ticket cost was $17.75. After waiting on line at the popcorn counter behind a posse of nine who could not decide whether or not it was Goobers or Raisinetts that had a raisin center, or how many wanted cherry slushies and how many wanted the blue ones, (what correlation is there by the way between raspberry and blueness?) we grabbed our loot--1 large bag of popcorn with butter (not the bucket though) and a bottle of water (I had forgotten to put one in my bag) all for the price of $10.81--and hurried down to the narrow, hallway like viewing room. We settled into the comfy seats. The view was good and the screen big enough to satisfy. Even after the rough start, I was happy. Happy to be with Mary. Happy that we would enjoy the story together.

The film was about Kit Kittredge who lived during the time of the Great Depression. I won't spoil any fun when I say that it had a happy ending. Of course it did! Everyone who will decide to see it already knows that. And I'm glad that Mary will have a slightly better understanding of the hardship and prejudice of depression times. Still, I wonder if someday she will see the irony of the resulting American Girl profit and the frivolity of spending $28.56 on the experience.

But none of this spoils the love I have of my time with Mary.

I left the theater teary-eyed.

Walking with Fred

Today we walked three miles more or less. It was not easy. Fred is very attractive and just about everyone moving either toward or away from us wants to stop and chat with him. Some even hope to get the chance to touch him. Passers by look at me carefully, judging whether or not I approve of or accept their advances. I am not all that jealous, so I can share. I do get annoyed when Fred insists on looking back over his shoulder even several minutes after an encounter or when he seems to be picking up his pace having spotted his next admirer. Today, however, Fred crossed the line when he accepted a biscuit from another dog walker!

Of goat cheese and sovereigns...

Peregrination to Atland, Narwithia and Salisithia has provided peace. Though we shed some tears as hand in hand we stepped our way back home(actually we cried ourselves all the way to route 81) we are still better and wiser having had the time to...
chase pigs and cows, make fresh butter and lemon hummus, pit cherries, tie-dye anything cotton and left unguarded, drink goat's milk and wine, and wage war on invading Narwithians/Salisithians.

The three were crowned in moss and ash, and all wore capes cut from the finest remnants in the land.


HERE'S A POEM FOR...

Maggie
Ten, friend
Playing, feeding, sleeping,
Lives on a farm;
Margaret

FROM...

Mary
almost ten, friend
Playing, swinging, singing,
Lives too far away;
Alma

testing one two three

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