One can dream

If I had deep pockets; to the tune of $899,000, I would turn this into a chick-flick-only theater. That's right-no explosions, car chases, machine guns, war or fist fights, just elegant, civilized, epic costume dramas such as "Sense and Sensibility", "A Room with a View" and a host of others like it. The theater wouldn't be a big financial success, of course, because people love that loud, booming Hollywood garbage. It would end up being owned by a bank, as it is now.

I had big dreams of continuing the outside work, all in an effort to get it DONE before the real heat comes but after I planted the mature Akebia (chocolate) vine and wove its incredibly tangled tendrils into the trellis, I was strangely exhausted.

Mr. M's haircut took less than ten minutes this morning; a new record, and I'm still putting it on his tab.