Rain is likely tonight, but now it is only cloudy and 47°. Despite the weather, I have to go out for dog and cat food. Those pets of mine demand they be fed every day! What nerves!!

This is a bit of a throwback Saturday. I am watching old science fiction movies, mostly black and white. I even ate my breakfast in front of the TV but not close enough to go blind. I did pass on one movie, Battle Dogs, in which a virus turns people into ravenous wolves. That is even too far fetched for me. I love giant creature movies and the early Godzilla and Rodan movies. I do wonder about aliens. If they come to this planet, they’re called aliens, but, in most alien movies, if we go to their planet they are the aliens. I don’t get it.

I prefer dubbed creature movies from Japan. With subtitles I am forced to watch the movie instead of being able just to listen while I do something else. I know the movement of lips seldom matches the words in English, but I’m okay with that. 

I don’t remember when I started loving science fiction. I was young. I’m thinking maybe all those black and white sci-fi movies in the 50’s piqued my interest. I watched Creature Double Feature. I have favorite movies I still watch like THEM, Invasion from Mars, The Blob, The Thing, The Monolith Monsters and so many more. I’m also big on disaster movies. Lately I’ve been watching floods and twister wreak havoc on the world.

Saturdays have always been sacrosanct. When I was a kid, Saturday was my day to what I wanted. What I did to entertain myself depended on the weather. My favorite adventures were always when I was riding my bike. I loved riding by myself as I could go anywhere I wanted, as far as I wanted. I’d meander all over town and into the next towns. I’d collect golf balls near the courses. They were the errant balls which flew across the street. I’d find  them on front lawns and in gutters. I had a collection. Sometimes I’d pick up pine cones. I just figured they’d come in handy. I used to stop at the zoo. It was free. I’d ride all day into late afternoon. 

I am sometimes asked what I do now that I am retired. I tell people every day is a Saturday. 

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