*sigh* I didn't used to think that way.
But, that aside, Happy Birthday, USA. I hope it's a better year, with less strife, fewer oil spills, a little unity, and some intelligent decision making. But I don't really have high hopes for THAT.
In any case, we showed framefolly the annual favorite, 1776 (director's cut), and I love that as I always did. And I'll probably watch Yankee Doodle Dandy sometime this weekend, too.
Yesterday Barb and I pulled all the books off the shelves in the bedroom, boxed them, moved the shelves, and finished painting the bedroom. Broke a fluorescent light bulb, so will of course die of inhaling mercury. Went to Costco and bought a new, pretty, classy bookshelf to replace the horrible old one we made ourselves during our "we can be carpenters!" phase back in the 80s. Started putting books back on shelves in some semblance of order (research and non-fiction, generally by subject), and as I looked at all these books we own, many of which I haven't read yet, I was filled with desire to do so and burning curiosity about each and every subject. Anthropology! Religious studies around the world and throughout history! American Indian histories! Archeology! Human social studies! Animals of every kind! World history! American history! Biographies! And I thought about a woman at work who, when I told her she could solve the problem of the "giant cliffhanger at the end of the last Harry Potter movie" by reading the book, replied, "I don't READ" in the same tone one would reserve for saying "I don't EAT BABIES," and I wonder how people live without curiosity... (picked up an old John Adams biography, published in 1949, and flipped through it, and found the letter he wrote to Abigail where he actually SAID, "..through all the gloom, I can see the rays of ravishing light and glory." Wow.)
Still have many many many books to go through, though. We weeded out several duplicates and a few we know we won't read or use again (like the "how to build your own BBQ" and some of those carpentry books), but still have a way to go. I found "The Pressed Fairy Book" and set it aside to show framefolly but it disappeared between me finding it and dinner time (which became pizza delivery, since after moving, dusting, putting together, painting, scrubbing, etc., the earlier thought of grilling brats flew out the window). I have to find it now.
At Costco, because we were navigating around with our giant box of unassembled bookshelf, we forgot to get new fans (the one in the bedroom makes alarming sounds when it's turned on, if it deigns to start blowing at all), but they will be closed today, because Costco gives its employees ALL holidays off, even when other stores are open extra hours to force sales (which is probably why it was so crowded yesterday, everyone getting in that last-minute holiday shopping). So hopefully it will last another couple of days.
I was able to afford the bookshelf because the car ended up costing a good deal less than expected; my regular mechanic was able to replace BOTH back brake axles and fix the passenger door lock for only about $100 more than the original estimate for ONE axle -- they haven't fixed the tailgate yet because they had to order the part, and it won't come in until next week, so Mike let me take the truck and pay for what they'd done rather than keep it another week (yay for great mechanic).
Today we are planning on going to Rawhide to see edgedancer perform in a gunfight and then see their fireworks show, but we have to hear from tiirz to know where we're going and all. Speaking of edgedancer, his birthday is tomorrow, but since he never reads LJ... We probably won't give him his presents until later, though, because I'm SURE he'll be too busy tonight!
Have a happy (and safe!) 4th, all you who celebrate; no matter what, I still do somehow love my country!
Couple of new eggs dropped last night. I didn't expect it would let me keep taking them, but it did...
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