It wasn't a great weekend. Friday was nice, it was good to hang out with a married couple that have a decent relationship and still have sex. Otherwise, the pain in my feet kept building and building, ibuprofen is only doing so much. I think I shall pester my MD for a regular prescription, waiting for the sales rep to drop off drugs is too painful, literally.
Speaking of other couples, we know a few in dire situations. But, they have not confided in me, so I can't offer some of my hard earned knowledge, I can only pass it to Mrs. Ha and hope she has a chance to pass it along. Marriage is hard, and ours paradoxically is one of the better ones I know.
I made corned beef and cabbage for Saturday's dinner, and we had leftover's for Sunday's dinner, and we'll be making Rueben's for tonight's dinner. All this Irish cuisine reminded me this morning of a Johnny Cash song, a Ring of Fire, ouch!
Saturday's movie was the highly acclaimed Jules et Jim, a movie about a long term love triangle between an Austrian, Jules, a Frenchman Jim, and a woman Catherine. We kind of thought all legs of the triangle were there, but then again those Yerpians can be more affectionate with each other than American men are. It was very good, though again we thought we missed quite abit because of the language.
I'll have to try and get Y Tu Mama, Tambien out of the IP depository next, since it's similarly themed. It's apparently more explicit, though Truffaut said he wanted to make Jules Et Jim mor explicit, but it was 1962 so what could you do?
In yet another Rochester is a small town moment, I ran into one of our developers while at the Goodwill with Mrs. Ha Sunday.
Mrs. Ha dragged out the sewing machine last night, which enworsened my mood. It's a finicky piece of machinery, which meant that I had to wait for Mrs. Ha and nine year old to finish getting frustrated with it before they'd let me take over and wind the bobbins and thread it. This was frustrating, because they wouldn't let me do it right away, so I had to lurk by it until they got frustrated, like I knew they would. Aren't women supposed to be innately good at running sewing machines?
I'm sure I've done this poll before, but I really can't be arsed to be more creative. What's your favorite sign of Spring?
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