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It was a blustery, total-burnout kind of day. I couldn't work. I couldn't even take a walk. I could hardly make myself do anything. In fact, I photographed only two scenes today: this one, blowing snow seen through the windshield of our car as I drove Margie past Wasilla Lake on our way to Eagle River.
There would have been more choices in Anchorage, but Anchorage was too far. I did not want to drive all the way to Anchorage. So we chose Valley River 6 Cinema in Eagle River and drove there.
Although Gift of the Whale is out of print, I still get quarterly royalty checks and last week one came in for $79.22 - not enough to pay any bills but enough to go to a movie and buy some popcorn, so that's what we did.
Shutter Island, with Leonard DiCaprio and Ben Kingsley is what we saw and it was just the break I needed.
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At first, Margie did not want to see it, because she thought it was a horror flick and she hates horror flicks. It did not look like a horror flick to me, but a 1950's cop drama and they can be fun. She decided I was probably right and it was playing at the right time so we chose it.
As it turned out it was neither a horror flick or a 1950's cop drama, but a pyschological thriller that involved a 1950's cop and a taste of horrific horror.
I won't say anymore about it than that, because I don't want to give anything away to anybody who hasn't yet seen it but still might.
Above is the second scene that I photographed today: the highway as we passed by Wasilla Lake on our return home. You can see the snow is still blowing, but more lightly than it had been three hours earlier.
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These are left-overs from Friday. I am including them in here just for Riana - my ten-year old reader who keeps me from swearing all the time.
This is pretty hard on me, because I like to swear, damnit.
But for Riana, I have been cutting back.
She left a message today. She typed the word, "hell" and told me that I was busted for typing it first. She said she missed Kalib, who had been absent from this blog for a full day.
So, Riana, here is Kalib. This is what was happening:
"Where's grandma?" Grandma asked.
Kalib pointed his butter knife at Grandma.
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"Where is Grandpa?" Grandma asked. Kalib pointed the butter knife and me and actually touched me with it.
;)
"Where is Momma?" Grandma asked. Kalib pointed his knife at Momma and touched her, just like he touched me.
I don't feel as burned out as I did this morning, but I still feel burned out.
No telling what will happen tomorrow, but, like I wrote last night, I could blog lightly all week long. Then again, something dramatic might happen.
Riana, I've got a couple of really good leftover picture stories of Kalib and his cousin Gracie that I still want to post. They both will require some editing time, but now that I know you are there and that you miss Kalib when he does not appear, it is more likely that I will actually get around to posting them before everybody grows too much older.