My sister and I went to the movies last night with her 14-year-old grandson. I almost never go to the movies at home, but go probably once a week when I am up here to support the nice old hippie couple who restored the 101 year old Strand Theater in Old Forge. Last night it was Remembering Gene Wilder. I'm sure I've mentioned before that the man who played Charlie as a 12-year-old child is a veterinarian here and he came and introduced the film, and took questions after. He, like many of the locals, goes out of his way to support the theater. It was awesome! There were probably 50 people in the theater, which is a huge crowd here. They asked lots of good questions about his relationship with Wilder, the making of the movie, and his life as a vet. He said there are only 5 of them left now from the movie including 4 of the children and the youngest oompa loompa.
My great nephew has never seen any of the Wilder movies so that may happen this summer since he loved the remembrance.
Popping in to say hi and I CAN HAS LOCALISTAS. It feels so good just knowing i have multiple Buffistas in relative proximity.
They're helping but they're just working your last nerve at the same time!
I figured you could relate, Hec.
Haphazard mini-meara from memory: sending you and your dad love, Atropa.
Re: advanced directives, my brother went ahead and did all that stuff for himself after my mom died. I need to get on that after I settle in a little. I don't have a will or anything yet.
Deeply personal feminist rant ahoy.
Laura, i am specifically talking about Men Not Following Directions, and in this case three of the four were being paid money by me! To handle My Stuff. And the fourth was a neighbor who volunteered to help (and never listens. I was desperate, okay? I didn't think he could fuck up taking down curtains but he did). So yeah, this is a gendered thing.
Which was confirmed Saturday because my unloading crew was four women and one of the least toxic cis dudes I know, who i still had to check for talking over me.
As for the taking boxes off me, it is a bodily autonomy thing. If I am in bodily possession of an item you Do Not take it away from me without at least eye contact. I have had a heavy backpack ripped from my back when i was on stairs without asking permission which nearly subluxed my shoulder.
I have had Facilities employees take recycling bins from me. I have had bosses carry a ladder for me. Like, sweetie, it's my literal job. Trust that i can manage without you. Maybe try *asking* if I need help and then not asking if I'm sure ten times, because that strongly implies I don't know my own capabilities.
Women don't generally do that (though i have done it for other women and am working on not doing it) and some of the first carpenters I worked with, two crusty grumpy dudes in their 40s, didn't do that to me.
Hell, my most recent boss took me off helping move a scaffold full of very heavy lumber instead of his son. Who had just run over his own foot because he didn't listen to his dad's instructions to go slow. Never mind that I have been doing this for decades and P works in tech. Or that my center of gravity is lower. Or that I played rugby for five years and thus can move the cart more efficiently than they can, and more safely because they were doing it straight up and relying on upper body strength.
But I'm just the little woman with a bad back, even if G used to call me "Muscles." This is the difference between being perceived as an equal vs a token Strong Woman (TM).
Shifting topics, Drew!! Talk to me about Pair Eyewear! I wonder if i can get insurance to pay for them. I've been curious since I started seeing ads for them.
Welcome to Monday, Buffistas! Today we celebrate the birth of Cass! Happy birthday wishes in abundance. I hope that you are being spoiled today and that the year to come is filled with happy surprises.
That probably should have been a journal entry. It's been a very frustrating few weeks.
Oh, I'm glad you shared that here, smonster.
Separate note: Happy Birthday, Cass!
Happy Birthday, Cass!!!
smonster, yay on having more localistas!!!
I'm resting and recovering from Father's Day for part of today, and then I have to get the teacher gifts together for the end of the school year.
Whiiinnnneeeeee
I want a salad for lunch. I don’t want to have to drive. But I work in the boonies.
Whiiinnnnneeeeee
I am also tired and would like a nap.
Happy Cass day!
Always glad to have your thinky thoughts, smonster.
Is it, like, standard that alphabetizing puts capital letters before non? Is that new? I don't think I learned it way that way but I've run across it in a couple of different software applications now and I find it confusing every time.
Happy Birthday Cass!!
I had gear low key birthday. Went up to Moms and spent the night. We had "Old Mexican" Saturday and "New Mexican" Sunday. Meaning we went to our old usual Mexican restaurant and then to the new favorite. Brevard has like....6 or 7 Mexican restaurants.
M got me the Lego Tuxedo Cat that looks exactly like Penny (on my FB and Instagram). Except Lego!Penny has a white tipped tail . M saw it and worked to track it down and I love it. I've never put together a Lego project that big (1710 pieces) but the Lego Builder app has been recommended. Im going to start it tomorrow.
Dad had to have 2 colonoscopies in 3 weeks the last one required 4 days of a clear liquid diet. There was a large polyp that had to be removed but he is ok. He just didn't feel like driving up for Birthday/Father's Day weekend.
BIRTHDAY? MORE LIKE BIRTHYAY!
Am punchy. Obviously.
