Labor Day 2007

Monday, Sept. 03, 2007 - 1:46 a.m.

I did some cleaning late Sunday night.

There was a big yucky tower of boxes in the bedroom, filled with a bunch of stuff I haven't sorted for a couple of months.

John stubbed his toe on that stack in mid-August and that toe is still purple.

I've been a packrat all of my adult life, after having had most of my possessions stolen from me not once but twice by people I should never have trusted.

It's really a tremendous effort to throw away anything other than packaging material and outer envelopes, so to have said farewell to old magazines and out of date cosmetics and books with busted spines was a huge leap for me.

Not something anybody would understand unless they were the same way, and hopefully not too many people are the same way.

But thanks for reading about it anyway.

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Sunday night, John and I watched two DVDs.

One was the original 1976 Disney movie, Freaky Friday, with Jodie Foster. The script was less than mediocre and the situations were kind of ridiculous and lowbrow, but the performers did such a sparkling job with the material that it was a pleasure to watch everybody rise above what they were given to work with. Barbara Harris absolutely swiped the movie from anybody else she had a scene with.

The second DVD we watched was the dated and politically incorrect Holiday Inn. Yes, this is the version that featured Bing Crosby doing a blackface number in honor of Abraham Lincoln's birthday. The Irving Berlin songs are astonishingly timeless, and this was also the first film that featured the song 'White Christmas'.

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I'm tired of the heat. We're supposed to get a break on Tuesday.

Stay hydrated, y'all.

That's it. Happy Labor Day.

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