3 In A Row
Just Like Tic-Tac-Toe. This will be my third day in a row blogging. I don't know how I'm gonna do it. I'm bushed. After going back to work to today and trying to catch up I came home and my youngest son had basketball practice from 4:45 p.m. to 6:15 p.m. We had a quick dinner of Taco Bell and then I had to take my oldest son to his basketball practice from 7:30 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. While he was at practice I went to the library to return the DVD movie we watched Friday - "Possession" with Gwyneth Paltrow. It was about a couple of 'scholars' researching a dead poet. I'm sure there are people out there whose whole life is devoted to one subject. I'd rather be more well rounded. It was okay.
I spent a lot of time this weekend on the Internet Movie Database building my list of movies (over 400) I also made a list of movies to see (about 50) I printed it and brought it with me to the library to see if any were available. I only saw one. I'll have to check again later in the week. You can't beat the rental price - $1.00. I did get two new books - "Metro Girl" by Janet Evanovich and the new Maeve Binchy book for my wife. I finished reading "Once Upon A Town"
by Bob Greene. I pulled "D-Day June 6, 1944 The Climatic Battle of World War II" off my bookshelves. I have a first edition autographed by Stephen Ambrose. It's over 580 pages. I don't think I'll be able to start reading it until after my test. I procrastinated again tonight. I only read about 6 pages. I'm setting a deadline for the test January 31, 2005. My youngest son had to memorize a poem over Christmas break. Well he did and today when he went to class he found out someone else picked the same poem so he had to pick another one and memorize it tonight after basketball. He picked " The Good Hours" by Robert Frost below:
I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.
He did it. It's after ten o'clock of a winter eve. It is suppose to snow tonight and we're supposed to get a lot on Wednesday. The CD I have on is just about over. Time to sleep.
I spent a lot of time this weekend on the Internet Movie Database building my list of movies (over 400) I also made a list of movies to see (about 50) I printed it and brought it with me to the library to see if any were available. I only saw one. I'll have to check again later in the week. You can't beat the rental price - $1.00. I did get two new books - "Metro Girl" by Janet Evanovich and the new Maeve Binchy book for my wife. I finished reading "Once Upon A Town"
by Bob Greene. I pulled "D-Day June 6, 1944 The Climatic Battle of World War II" off my bookshelves. I have a first edition autographed by Stephen Ambrose. It's over 580 pages. I don't think I'll be able to start reading it until after my test. I procrastinated again tonight. I only read about 6 pages. I'm setting a deadline for the test January 31, 2005. My youngest son had to memorize a poem over Christmas break. Well he did and today when he went to class he found out someone else picked the same poem so he had to pick another one and memorize it tonight after basketball. He picked " The Good Hours" by Robert Frost below:
I had for my winter evening walk-
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.
I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.
Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.
He did it. It's after ten o'clock of a winter eve. It is suppose to snow tonight and we're supposed to get a lot on Wednesday. The CD I have on is just about over. Time to sleep.
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