The Furious Spinner

Brrrr! I'm not done with Autumn yet! More please.

The house is shaking and rattling and the wind is so cold that I don't know if I'll ever leave this house again. We were going to go out tomorrow and take pics for the Old Mermaid calendar, but I ain't goin' nowheres in this weather. Of course, I've been feeling punky for the last couple of days, so I'm not goin' anywheres anyways. Why am I talkin' this ways? I dunno. Channeling Ruby, I guess.

By the way, if there is anywhere out there who can get me in touch with people who went through Katrina in New Orleans, I would appreciate it. I want someone (or someones) who was there to read Ruby's Imagine for me.

Mario is doing a sudoku puzzle. I'm watching Friends DVDs. Yes, I watch Friends. I remember when it first came out I wouldn't watch it. Who cared about six pretty people in New York? But Dave liked it, and Dave was about as Bohemian as they came, so I watched it. It makes me laugh, so leave me alone. And yes, the first time I saw Die Hard I really liked it, too. (Several viewings later not so much.) I loved Dirty Dancing. Still do. Some guilty pleasures of mine. No, I don't watch movies that make me cry, generally speaking—I mean I don't seek them out. But I do love old Betty Davis movies: Little Foxes, All About Eve, Petrified Forest, and—of course—Now, Voyager, which is a tearjerker. When I'm sick, I most often like watching Under the Tuscan Sun, Enchanted April, Grand Canyon, Passion Fish, and sometimes LA Story (except I can't stand watching Sara Jessica Parker bouncing around in it).

Okay, I had something really profound to say, but my brain buried it or something. It's the cold or the DVDs or sumthin. So I'll say good night, Gracie. Feel free to share your guilty pleasure viewing material. Unless it's porn. I don't need to hear that.

Ta!

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