It rained a lot.
Beethoven moved to PETsMART where
maybe people will notice him more and somebody will adopt
him.
Nancy and I rented Castle in the
Sky on Saturday night and loved it. Nancy had never
seen it before. When I saw it in ancient times on the big
screen at the Somerville Theater (back when the
Somerville Theater had one screen) it was in Japanese
with English subtitles, and it was called Laputa.
So this version was a new experience for me too. I have
to admit that I loved Cloris Leachman's portrayal of
Dola, the pirate Mom. She gave it just the right tone.
It rained a lot.
I've bought more books: Village
Japan by Malcolm Ritchie on Thursday, The
Hungarians by Paul Lendvai on Saturday, and The
Great Wave by Christopher Benfey on Sunday. I meant
to buy a Hungarian-English dictionary. None of the above
is a Hungarian-English dictionary.
It rained a lot.
I went to the MRI place. I felt
like I needed to leave a trail of bread crumbs from the
check-in office to the loading dock or whatever it was
where the lift takes you up to the MRI. OK, so those MRI
things are pretty tight. They slid me in and my shoulder
was so pinched between the wall and my body that it hurt
- a lot. Seems like everything makes my shoulder hurt
these days. That's why the arthropod wanted the MRI.
Well, duh. I told the MRI tech I couldn't stay that way
for 3 minutes, let alone 45 minutes. It just hurt too
much. Fine way to cap off a rainy weekend - with the
traditional painful Sunday night MRI attempt. Grrr. Must
call the doctor's office again in the morning.
It stopped raining.
