Late Again With The Friday Five
Sun., March 9, 12:44 PM
Some weeks I just don’t want to answer the questions, but usually I just forget to look until someone else posts answers to the Friday Five. I consider it a good exercise in html.
- What was the last song you heard?
My radio is almost always on the “standards” station, playing comfort. I think the last song I heard was “Come to Me, Bend to Me” from “Brigadoon.” That’s a gem of a play. - What were the last two movies you saw?
The last film I saw in a theater, I think was “The Green Mile.” More recently, Husband and I watched the first “Harry Potter” movie. Don’t know if he would have understood it without my commentary, but he did enjoy it. I win. - What were the last three things you purchased?
Let’s see, Saturday I paid for breakfast. But on Friday I went to Costco: Ziploc bags (about six months’ worth); Brita filters (about eight months’ worth); and a three-pound can of coffee. - What four things do you need to do this weekend?
Now that I’m working only part time, I try to run errands during the week and save weekends for people.- Spend time with Married Daughter and her husband. Always an important part of my weekend.
- Pick up Son’s watch at the jeweler’s.
- Begin reminding Husband that we’re leaving for Florida on Friday.
- Try to dispose of a little more trash.
- Who are the last five people you talked to?
U.D.; Husband; Son-in-Law; M.D.; Sister (on the phone).
About Son’s watch: this is an old-fashioned watch that requires a real jeweler. The watch belonged to my dad, now gone twenty-five years, and was a favorite of his because it’s transparent and you can see the wheels turning. Getting it repaired is often an adventure.
It doesn’t look like much, but I did get rid of some trash. U.D. took Husband shopping yesterday, and I went into his room, formerly our room. I was looking for stuff that belonged to me; I can’t get at it when he’s there. I threw out at least five insurance policies and additional documents that ended when we left those jobs. I found a letter informing me that I had earned a raise – up to $6,500 a year. (It was low even then – and still I was grateful.) I also found some photos that U.D. was searching for, so she was compensated for the frustration of taking him out.
