Your Comments - You know, I'm often humbled by all the comments you leave for me. I go back and read them every now and then, just for that special touch you all give me. Thank you.

I was almost tempted to leave that last post as no-comment, because I wasn't really sure how I felt about my thoughts on death and life and living. But I'm glad I left it open. Thank you, all of you, for touching my life all the time.

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Whew. Okay. Adventures time! *grin*

I had plans to do laundry this morning, and Adrienne was home and awake so she decided to join me. We went over to my favorite laundromat (yes, I actually have a favorite, weird, huh?) and while the wash loads were in, we got some breakfast in drive-through and then picked up some challot (that's plural for challah, which is braided egg bread, typically used to break bread for Sabbath), and returned to put the wash in the dryers. While those were running, we went and found our favorite local Judiaca store's new location (which is really cute), browsed a bit and chatted with the nice lady who runs the store, came back and folded clothing.

It was *grueling* hot today, and just being trapped in a laundromat folding clothing was difficult. Adrienne is also expecting her first child (yippee!!!), so I'm sure the heat was even more uncomfortable for her than me. She's just days away from her 2nd trimester, and we're all thrilled for her (and for Jeff, of course).

Post laundry, I settled in at work, just heads-down over the spreadsheets and no notice of the passing of time. I did take a few minutes to read a short story that Bill pointed out -- he's slowing loaning me his 1000+ sci-fi library, a few books at a time, and I'm thoroughly enjoying myself. Work done, hard-drive files backed up, and it was off to dinner with Jeff and Adrienne.

Jeff works in the film industry, doing color correction and some other things I don't even pretend to understand. I always marvel at the intricacies of what he does for a living, because he can even watch a film and tell me afterwards about how a scene was "very yellow" or "very blue" or how the algorithms affect the digital recording process so the final result can look like film... I never said I didn't listen when he speaks about work, but I certainly cannot pretend to understand everything I just parroted back for you.

Anyways, ages ago he did color work on the "dailies" (all the film shot the day before, worked on overnight on the graveyard shift, and then sent back to the director the next morning) for a film that he said was both horrible and great all at the same time, in a raunchy sophomoric way. Then, when "Superbad" came out, he revealed that was the film he'd been talking about. So even against some of our better judgement, several of us promised to go see it with him some time soon.

He'd picked up a set of tickets online, gotten a few friends together last minute, and we all met at the movie theatre after dinner to watch the flick. I'm almost embarrassed to tell you how much fun I had in a movie "that bad" ... not that it was a bad film, but the jokes are so horrible you actually feel sorta bad laughing at them. If you can handle heavy swearing and teenage foibles about sex and partying and lampooning stupid people (and you don't take offense when the stupid people are two inept cops), then you'll enjoy this film. Go with friends, or rent it with friends, because laughing together makes the film better. And just like how my Mom enjoys when I'm in the audience for live theatre, some of my friends like taking me to movies because of my infectious laughter (as Jeff described it).

Of course, now I'm paying for the time spent at the movies last minute, because I'm staying up late getting my September newsletter published.

Tomorrow morning, Bill and I meet at Jeff's place, to drive north about 2 hours, for just a one-day trip to a camping evening. Then Sunday Jeff and I drive south about 2.5 hours, for a day and a night at the other camping event this holiday weekend. And Monday evening I'll have dinner and project night with Rae.

Have a wonderful (and safe) Labor Day, everyone!

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Today's Blessing That I'm Thankful For: Mel, for rescuing me from a giant bug in the kitchen this evening. *shudder*