
So, eight hours into the weekend and having a good time with a lot more to come, I hope.
It's Sports Movie Night.
I have already watched "Forget Paris," and "Mr. 3000." Right now, "For Love of the Game," is in there. (I will be crying soon ;) ). I also have "Miracle," and episodes 5-8 of "The White Shadow."
Of course, if the blizzard is indeed coming, I may have to pick up more.
Tomorrow is my writing fellowship in the morning, then the Passion Plunge at 1 p.m. abd back home to warm up and wait for the snow -- if it comes.
Got some schoolwork and some writing to do. I also have books to read. Perhaps I will be snowed in Sunday.
I know I am going to read "Love Story" again. I love it. It's like popcorn:
"What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?"
"That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me. Once, when she specifically lumped me with those musical types, I asked her what the order was, and she replied, smiling, "Alphabetical." At the time, I smiled too. But now I sit and wonder whether she was listing me by first name -- in which case, I would follow Mozart -- or by my last name, in which case I would edge in between Bach and the Beatles. Either way I don't come in first. which for some stupid reason bothers hell out of me, having grown up with the notion that I always had to be number one. Family heritage, don't you know?"