.....It seems that I have a lot of friends who want to make certain that I get to download some of the interesting, beautiful, awesome, don'tmissthis, wonderful, marvelous, fantastic, (did I say "awesome"?) sites with videos that others have e-mailed to them. For example, that Boyle woman singing an aria from "Les Miz"; the lengthy painting of famous people, most of whom I know; the three tenors---teenage boys belting out a great tune; a slide of beautiful Israel; and I don't remember some of the others. It's just that I don't only get these videos one time; I get them five or six times. I suppose that's just the way it is with concerned friends and computer science. It motivates friends to entertain you with videos of awesome quantities of qualities. Even I get into this game once in a while by passing on an awesome video or two to Rhoda--and perhaps to one other person I'm hoping hasn't seen anything as awesome for some time. It's OK though--I delete or save most of them and continue to write this awesome blog.
.....With nothing much to do yesterday and with Rhoda not having a meeting, or a luncheon or bowling, or a canasta game we went to do a movie which now and then we actually get to do. We saw "Up", a film with the shortest title I can ever remember. It's about this old guy who attaches about a 1000 balloons to his house and goes soaring to the Amazon or Africa or some exotic land. He's not alone; a boy scout and a dog trail along. The boy scout, or cub scout or whatever, has to earn a badge by helping some elderly person. And the dog? It talks. Being it was a Sunday and school was out, the theatre was teeming with thousands of little people. It was quite a shocking change from encountering canes, walkers, and wheelchairs almost every day and everywhere. I can't decide which I dislike the most. There's something bad can be said about each of these annoying tribes, but please notice that I have not deigned to do that. Besides, the movie was four stars and worth the price of admission. I advise all little people and elderly people to go see this film. However, don't buy any popcorn or pretzels or beverages at the theatre. Rhoda bought me a pretzel and a coke and she bought herself some popcorn; the bill for this fare came to $12.50 if you can believe that. My pretzel was too hard for my partial to cope with and the soda was flat. I dumped them. When we left the theatre, we had to retrieve my car from the valet parking guys...$5 and a tip. No wonder everyone seems to be going bankrupt. Then we went to TooJays and dined on shrimp salad in a pita cone.
.....Tomorrow we are going on a tour to the Hard Rock Casino in Hollywood. This trip has been arranged by the Men's Club and I imagine there will be a full busload. Rhoda has informed me that there will be at least three scooters also going along--including mine. That should be fun. I will be able to get around to at least twice as many slots as anyone else. This casino is run by the Seminole Indian tribe from whom our forefathers wrested the whole state of Florida. It seems only fair then that the Seminoles should seek vengeance by using machines to swallow our wampum.
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