Okay, it's the Rum DIARY, not Diaries, okay?
I'm such a stupid doody-head.
Ah, no I'm not.
So I went to the movie. I got the senior discount on my ticket! Which amounted to 25 cents. Hellfire, Martha. A fucking quarter? That's all I get for admitting I'm old?
Then I spent forty dollars on popcorn and Diet Coke. Okay, not really. Almost. I reached for a straw for my vat'o'coke and honey, you could use those things to run household plumbing through! Oh, we big fat Americans and our big fat thirsts and our big fat cups and our big fat hungers.
Well. At least I didn't buy Jr. Mints or Snow Caps or any other candy although I did think about it.
So when did they start showing previews as long as movies? I swear, there's some movie coming out in December that I feel like I've already seen. Mark Walburg is in it and it looks VERY dramatic.
Yep. Don't need to go see that one.
There were probably about fifteen people in the theater, which was fine by me. Here's the funny thing- fourteen of them were women my age. I am not even kidding you. Well, some of them looked to be older but that's probably just vanity on my part. Do you suppose Johnny Depp has any idea how much us old ladies love him?
So. There was rum-drinking galore in that movie. And cock fighting and sex and sweetness and Ugly Americans and there were laughs. Also, LSD. It was pretty much fun. I stayed 'til the film quit rolling and was rewarded with a tiny snipped of a Patti Smith song called The Mermaid Song. That was nice, too.
Before I went to the theater I went to Old Navy which is right down the road from the movies. Man, I saw so much stuff there I was sort of interested in. Stuff made in tenth-world countries by children, as I have said before, who have had their little feet removed so that they can't escape the workhouses where they toil to provide us with such delightfully cheap goods.
I didn't buy anything but I'm thinking I might go back sometime soon. That place was packed! We Americans love our cheap goods! I know I do!
After the movie I went to the store and then I came home and Mr. Moon was just leaving to go to the woods and I stood in the yard and told him good-bye for quite some time. The air is cool but the sun was strong on my head and my hair was down for once and I kept kissing his hand and it was a moment of bright bliss and I wish I could remember it on my death bed and maybe I will. Just that moment of kissing his hand and him touching the top of my head and telling me he loved me and saying, "The sun feels good on you, doesn't it?" and it did, oh it did.
There are children next door at the church playing at some sort of Halloween party and their voices and laughter rise and fall and that, too, is sweetness. Elvis is crowing to round up the hens for their final scratching in the dirt before bed and the sun is setting. The white beans are cooked and Mr. Moon is aiming to make the chili tonight so that the flavors will be fully full by Monday. He told me he wants it to be award-winning chili which is so funny to me. Like me going out hunting ONE TIME and announcing that I want to get an 86-point buck. Or something like that. But maybe it will be. Who knows?
All I know is that it has been a nice day and I took myself to the movies and I brought the popcorn I couldn't finish home to the chickens and they gobbled it up and Prairie Home Companion is about to come on and I found my Goodwill Cashmere and someone next door keeps calling for Emily! and I might carve a pumpkin, I don't know. I do love a jaunty-snaggle-toothed pumpkin and the chickens would probably love the guts and seeds.
Guts and seeds.
Sounds like a band name or a poem name or a book title to me.
Or a blog post title.
See you tomorrow, y'all.