my Memorial Day
May. 29th, 2012 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sergebroom“You gotta hand it to the Navy; they sure trained that kid how to use those hooks.”
“They couldn't train him to put his arms around his girl, or to stroke her hair.”
My Memorial Day... A few hours of weeding the backyard. Watched Agatha the Killer Feline making frustrated sounds as scrubjays scolded her, sometimes landing only a few feet away from her. Read "Suicide King" indoors. Took a nap on the couch. Read "Suicide Kings" outdoors. Drank coffee. Listened to more scrubjay scolding. Heard a mockingbird in the tree near the feeder. With Sue, watched 1947's "The Best Years of Our Lives", one of the greatest American movies, about three veterans coming back home.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU0d3DVcKoY )
“They couldn't train him to put his arms around his girl, or to stroke her hair.”
My Memorial Day... A few hours of weeding the backyard. Watched Agatha the Killer Feline making frustrated sounds as scrubjays scolded her, sometimes landing only a few feet away from her. Read "Suicide King" indoors. Took a nap on the couch. Read "Suicide Kings" outdoors. Drank coffee. Listened to more scrubjay scolding. Heard a mockingbird in the tree near the feeder. With Sue, watched 1947's "The Best Years of Our Lives", one of the greatest American movies, about three veterans coming back home.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tU0d3DVcKoY )
