Thursday night we had a full house, Irish_girl and her two daughters were over, as was Porsche_girl. It was nice to see Porsche_girl again, I get used to seeing her every morning during the school year. We had cookie cake for six year old, and then Porsche-mom and bird_lady showed up for an even fuller house.
Six year old enjoyed her presents, she's very grateful. She even gushed over the bag of trail mix we bought her from Walmart.
Saturday we went garage saling, my biggest purchase was an old copy of Stratego for $1. It was missing two blue pieces, and had two extra red pieces, so with a little paint I have a complete set now (though two are a different blue), except for missing rules.
Stratego was one of the games I never had as a kid, and only got to play at friends houses a handful of times. I'm looking forward to making up for that bit of my childhood.
Saturday night we went to a cash only BYOB Italian restaurant very near the Lake. Mrs. Ha enjoyed it very much, I thought it was good, but basic Italian. Afterwards we parked near the boat ramp and walked along the pier and beach, watching far away fireworks and staring at Marge's, someday I'll have to check it out. A welcome surprise when we left, I didn't get a ticket (I got one decades ago).
Sunday was shopping for nearly eleven year old's birthday, and in the evening I got some wrenching time in, while drinking Old Milwaukee in a can. The JB Weld is still there, so I'm blaming the oil leak on my crankshaft seal, the dynamo/crankshaft cover was full of fresh oil. I had my ever handy box of O rings nearby, and stuck some on the crankshaft at various places to see if that helps. Tonight I'll take it out for a while.
How did I get along with that box of O rings? So far I've used it to fix the hose on my propane tank that I use to roast coffee beans, replace the old rings on our swimming pool filter, and now my bike!
Words must mean different things in Canada, case in point, Falling Angels, a family drama in the vein of The Virgin Suicides. The blurb calls it a wickedly funny film that puts the fun in dysfunctional, is wickedly a synonym for "not at all" in Canada? Anyhow, it's about a family with a martinet dad, a severely depressed/disabled/alcoholic mom, and three daughters, the caretaker, the smart mouth and the naive sex kitten, and how they got there, and how they function. It's set in Canada, near Niagara Falls, so maybe the mom is just a Maple Leafs fan. Finally, they have a bomb shelter, I didn't think Canadians went for them. Recommended for fans of The Virgin Suicides or Lifetime movies.
The other movie we finished was Walk the Line. It was great, it made me want to go out and buy some Johnny Cash tunes. It did remind me of lots of the other southern biopics (Great Balls of Fire, Coal Miner's Daughter). What's your favorite music biopic?
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