orange hat, with flowers and veil

I am a little blue, maybe from watching The Reader, maybe from having a busy day ahead of me and back to work tomorrow. I know it won't be long before I am unemployed again and wishing for work. The Reader is very good, very beautifully filmed and acted. My favorite thing about it is the setting, the sense of place and time. She lives in this really grungy little old apartment in Berlin. I wonder if someone found it or they created it...? I have a tiny bit of doubt that the plot is completely believable and so feel somewhat manipulated. Now, granted I love many movies that are totally unrealistic, but this left me sad but not quite totally buying it. I still think it is a better movie than Doubt, which I like a lot.

I went to the meeting at the Fellowship, except I turned up on time for 9:30 and it was supposed to be at 9. Got it wrong on my calendar somehow. Ray was going to drop me off, go donate platelets and pick me up again. Unfortunately, he forgot and took his aspirin (which he does every night to prevent heart attacks, I guess). He can't take it for 2 days before donating. So, instead, he went to watch a wrestling match featuring one of his students. I think that is sweet and I am glad he went and enjoyed it. The part about me I don't get is that I really don't want to hear all the details. Is that because I am heartless? Or is it that Ray just gives too much information?

In the afternoon, Lisa Lewis came with her 2 children, Ella and Billy (7 and 3?). Geoff is out of town. Lisa is my young friend. Her mother was a teacher at Molli and Amelia's elementary school, although they did not have her (Mrs. McMinn). They have started and are living on a farm, raisimg and selling vegetables. Lisa writes a column for the paper, but mainly is a Mom. Geoff is a teacher and coach. They are designing a house, energy efficient, but looking like a farmhouse. I have leant her many books and they have been out here before. We looked at her sketches, and she looked at the house again. Ray mostly entertained the kids, reading stories and playing games. It makes me cry... I love to hear 3-year-old laughter. But...we tell Lisa how much we enjoy her kids and how well-behaved they are and she sort of rolls her eyes. Ella has "attitude" and it makes her crazy. Her teachers love her and she is very good in school, but apparently has used up all her goodness before she gets home. While she was here, she said she was hot, could she have an ice cube. She was hungry (she didn't eat all her lunch), could they go home now? I remember this too and I know she is tired and worn out and I probably couldn't handle it, but boy I sure miss it.

The Kings came to play bridge with Mom and Dad, so we cleaned up some. That's why Ray and I went to the movies. They were of course still here when we got home, which is why we stopped for dessert after the movie, but didn't make it last long enough. We went up to bed, but it sounded like they were having fun. Mommy had made lemon meringue pie, hopefully we will get some today!