"Have you finished packing?"...
"It runs in my family. My father killed a man just before I was born!"--Top Hat
"I will not listen to any excuses--not even the truth!"--ibid.
Dreamed of reading a 1950 hardcover annual edition of a boy's magazine in the style of Boy's Own Paper or Chums (we owned several of those annuals, but the lates was from the 1930s); a reprint inside of the comic strip King of the Royal Mounted (I have some reprints of that strip, but not in those annuals); a map inside of the Maritimes, showing the Northumberland Strait as far too narrow; some women telling me that I was going to be sent to the United States shortly; a woman poking her nose into my forehead.
Saw the DVD of the Fred Astaire-Ginger Rogers musical Top Hat (for the third time). That's the one where she mistakes him for his married producer (Edward Everett Horton in a funny role). My favourite of the Irving Berlin songs is "The Piccolino."
Another taijiquan class. We've learned several steps by now.
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