Got up at 8:22.
Dreamed of going on a tour with Donald and John; a version of "How Do I Love Thee, Let Me Count the Ways" that talked about how to make honey; looking out the front window of our Sackville house and seeing secret agents eating in an opening scene for the Matrix sequel [which I still haven't seen], with a conned agent saying into a walkie-talkie "The bird has left the ground"; then seeing a flashback scene from the back window; a (non-existent) John Wayne cameo in a Star Wars movie.
Another dancing lesson. It went fast today. Cynthia's never heard of the movie 2001: A Space Odyssey! [We can't all be sophisticated.]
It was very hot today, with high humidity.
The parents went to Merle's junior-high graduation.
Dinner was Swedish meatballs.
Saw Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey at the Kingsway (near the dance studio). It's the third time I've seen it, and I'm still figuring it out. It's deceptively simple, full of complexities just below the surface. I must read the original Arthur C. Clarke story "The Sentinel" sometime. This is science fiction for grownups. [It predicted phone cards!]
Read 51 pages of The Three Musketeers.
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