I almost didn’t make
it down to the Community Room Friday afternoon to see Wonder Woman. Exhausted
from the week’s activities, plus I’d had to drive to Redlands earlier to pick
up an online order, I didn’t think I’d be able to keep my eyes open. However, I
set the alarm and took a quick one-hour nap around 2:30, drank a cup of coffee
when awakened by the alarm, and rallied in time to go down at 4:00.
Thank goodness Wonder
Woman was engaging, and not a slow quiet kind of movie, or I’d have drowsed off
yet and still. As it was an entertaining adventure, I was pretty much on the
edge of my seat throughout, and clapped at the end.
The reason I wanted
to share the recently released Wonder Women with the folks had more to do with
me than them, as I have a tendency to purchase DVDs but then, constantly
recording television programs and then catching up, it takes me like forever to
get around to viewing the DVD. Sharing with the folks serves the purpose of
their getting to see something more recent than the old seen on tv movies they’ve been complaining about, and I’m encouraged to get out from in
front of the television, go down and view the DVD.
In fact, next week’s
movie is one that has been sitting around here since I picked it up in January.
There’s already a
sequel out and I’ve not had time to watch this one yet.
Inasmuch as next
Friday is the 13th, Boo Halloween should be fun for the folks,
after which it’s back to the same old same old because there’s nothing else out
there I want to purchase until Victoria and Abdul comes out on DVD.
Plan for today and
tomorrow is me … inside my unit, focusing on needlepoint, sewing, with no
errands to run until Monday, when I’ll have to drive to Ontario to pick up
deliveries at Amazon’s Toffee.
It’s kind of a drag
that I can’t trust the US Postal Service to get deliveries right and residents
to be honest when postal service inevitably gets it wrong, but it is what it
is.
In fact, I burst out
laughing when, returning to the complex from Redlands, I saw the postal guy –
the one observed sorting mail last month while on his cellphone, had the nerves
to attach a bungee cord in the walkway by the mailboxes so no one could come near and disturb
his concentration while he sorted.
What’s the point?
When we lived in a high-rise in San Francisco, the mailman would cordon off the mail room (we had a whole room with mailboxes for the residents) while he/she sorted the mail into the various boxes. Packages, though, were left with the front desk concierge. Yeah, we had one of those in that building. It was way cool.
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