After I came home we split pretty directly to see Tumbleweeds, the last of the Paramont's Silent Movie Monday cowboy series. There were some great scenes of a land rush in the west (a cast of thousands! - of horses), but the lead actor was kind of a joke - such a stereotype. It made me miss the Buster Keaton flicks. But since I got the Trader Joe's guy at the front door to give all four of us free tickets to get in, I still felt like it was a successful evening out. We ended up at the Comet at about 10, and I split to Playland to play a little peenball while the boy's finished their second pitcher. We're home now, and the house is stuffy. We need another fan, I think.
Tomorrow: pilates, lake, hair salon, possibly yet another neighborhood meeting while the guys go to a soccer game. I might make the Cremaster - that would be four movies in a week, not a record for me I'm afraid. And I have no idea whether or not I'm working on Wednesday. If I'm not I'm going to Tacoma with my brother in law and his friend and taking them to the Tacoma Art Museum. I've been dying to see it! And if we do it right, we can make it to the Southern Kitchen ... I'm sure Jeff will luuuv it. If not, well hell, I'm driving.