“Hope is a waking dream.”

Movie night was a success despite a couple of things. First, as I was taking the DVD of The Four Feathers out of its case, I broke it in half. Luckily I had a back-up, Robin Hood, with Errol Flynn and Basil Rathbone. The crowd applauded at the end. It was a hit. The second issue was the cold. By the end of the movie it was 57˚. We had sweatshirts at the ready, but really, 57˚ and cold noses are late September, not mid-summer.

As I was getting the deck set for movie night, I was pelted with acorns. I knew it was a spawn of Satan hiding somewhere on a branch above me. I kept checking from the direction of the falling acorns, but I couldn’t see it. I saw a branch moving, but the spawn was well hidden, a sniper of sorts.

Today is warm and promises to be hot by early afternoon. I’m thinking some deck time under the umbrella with a cold drink and a good book will be a perfect way to spend the afternoon.

My laundry is in limbo. I washed it but left it in the washer so I’ll wash it again today then put it in the dryer. I haven’t anything else needing to be done. Yesterday was busy getting ready so today will be a vacation of sorts. I have leftovers so I don’t need to cook. There is still room in the trash so no dump. The den is back to being the den for the daytime as I folded and put away the sheet and pillow until tonight.

Turning 70 is a huge milestone. I’m thinking I need to do something amazing to celebrate the occasion. I have no idea what that is. When I was a little kid, I dreamed about the future, what I’d do and what I’d become. Though my life has been even larger than those dreams, I still have dreams. I’d like to sky dive and learn to dive in the ocean. I want to travel across America by train. I’d like one more visit to Ghana, in 2021, fifty years since I left the first time. Seeing Asia is also on my to go list. The only obstacle to both trips is, as always, saving enough money, but if I want to go badly enough, I’ll just have to do that. Dreams are hopes. We always need hopes.

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4 Comments on ““Hope is a waking dream.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    Turning 70 – of course you have to do something special!
    Let’s see what YouTube suggests when looking for “Kat 70″…
    – a Khmer pop song
    – Turkish(?) finger nail art
    – Polish boxing matches
    – a Hungarian(?) boxing match
    – a Thai music cover, quite nice:
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMtZ1AO2Pbk
    – computer game
    – …
    Okay, bad idea, doesn’t really help 🙂

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      Okay, I admit it. I liked the youTube song from Thailand.

      Who knew there would be so many kat70’s? Most of them are a bit strange but then again I’m thinking turning 70 is strange enough anyway.

      Thanks for hunting.

  2. olof1 Says:

    So You had our evening temperatures 🙂 I must admit that it usually is much warmer closer to the coast where I grew up and I liked it there but then again there were almost no flies there 🙂

    It is almost impossible to get those dvd’s out of their case! I know they need to sit hard but come on, there must be another way to do that.

    I went to the doctor yesterday and everything seems fine, now we need to wait for the blood tests which will show if I still have too much metal ions in my blood. If not I won’t have to go there again for three years.

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      It even got as low as 50˚ before morning. I really don’t mind cold nights. They are a great relief from hot days.

      I was not happy when I broke that film. I hadn’t used it even once.

      That must have been a great relief for you. I hate when they find something wrong. I have my eye appointment next week. I am not looking forward to it as the doctor said it is painful during and after.

      Have a wonderful day!!


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