April 15th, 2012


Poem for Sunday, National Arboretum, Titanic

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We got up early on Saturday to go to the National Arboretum, where the azaleas are near peak, meaning that by next weekend there won't be nearly as many blooming. There were a fair number of people but nothing like the crowds we've encountered later in the day in past years; we were hoping some potential visitors would be downtown at the Sakura festival parade, which ends this weekend though the cherry blossoms have been gone for weeks. It was yet another bright, sunny day and we got to see many dozens of plants -- plus turtles, a frog, and even a bat among the flowers -- before coming home for lunch, since Adam had plans with a friend in the afternoon.

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Paul and I went to visit my Aunt Shirley, who was sleepy after a morning in the sun, though we had a nice time talking to my cousin Debbie and some of her friends who were also visiting -- and I finally brought the Downton Abbey DVDs. We also stopped at the mall, which was very crowded because Stacy London was there at an event; I have never seen What Not To Wear but I gather from Facebook that that makes me a minority among my friends (and I am quite sure she would tell me that everything I was wearing was something I shouldn't be wearing!) I had wanted the Bath & Body Works giveaway but the Montgomery Mall store wasn't even doing it, boo.

Evening TV was a no-brainer: we watched Titanic. I am not a big crying-during-movies person, particularly when I feel like the film is manipulating me -- I snickered all through the histrionic end of Terms of Endearment -- but I was really into it in part from having watched all those specials on the people when Adam arrived home from dinner with his friends to announce that he had lost his retainer at a restaurant and couldn't find it in their trash or anywhere else. I can't make an appointment to get it replaced till Monday let alone find out the cost. I may yet cry, but it will not be over the movie!