This is my 100th post. That's cause for a celebration! Be looking for a giveaway in the very near future (i.e. sometime this week). I'll give you a hint. No, I won't. I'll leave you in suspense.
Yesterday was a very relaxed Memorial Day. When I was younger, we used to travel to my grandparents' house for Memorial Day weekend, and on that Sunday we'd go to an old Norwegian Church by a lake in the middle of miles and miles of fields. My grandma grew up on a farm across from that lake, and her grandfather originally owned the land that the church was on. My grandparents were married there, and their parents were married there, and their graves are there.
Back to Memorial Day.
All the veterans in the area would dress in their uniforms or suits, and there was a cannon. They shot off a cannon. That's all I remember clearly, the uniforms and the cannon, and standing in the church yard, shivering and excited. Then there would be a service inside, where all the veterans would stand, and a lunch in the church basement (enter cheese whiz and olive open faced sandwiches).
No cannon this Memorial Day. I have been pretty sick this week, so took it easy. I sewed some this weekend, baked some, and read some on Sunday. I finished an Agatha Christie - And Then There Were None. It was depressing, well written, and I like the 1940's movie better. Yesterday morning we went to the fabric store for their Memorial Day sale. It was so funny - people lined up outside the door, and once we got in, I saw three ladies in a row pushing their shopping carts down three parallel isles, headed to the notions section as fast as they could go! It was as if I was watching a comedy. That's the way life is - I love it!
Beth and her college friends had a game of ultimate frisbee at the camps last night, then came here. We ate brownies and chips, had a time of prayer and sharing, and then played Mafia. Her friends are all so sweet and friendly - it was fun!
What a rambling post! But I'm just going to leave it that way. It adds character to the blog. Or something.
Yay! I like this post -- go #100! And I like the blogger, too -- go Yellow Warbler! :)
ReplyDeleteBut I am wondering how anyone could possibly like the MOVIE better than the book. Haha! Which movie is that (there are many, many versions)? Is it the one where the girl and the guy survive to the end and end up lovers while the doctor poisons himself?
Benjamin and I watched that together a couple years ago and we were sorely disappointed that people actually SURVIVED. We're not big meanies or sadists or anything, but we ARE somewhat purists when it comes to books and their movies, I guess. ;) Haha.
I will agree that it's depressing. I have read it twice, and the second time I was smart enough to read it before midnight. I don't think I could stand reading it again.