Wednesday, March 25

Yikes! The water at the college swimming pool was c-c-cold this morning! It was murky, too, and the level had dropped quite a bit. We wonder if there are mechanical problems and a slow leak. I won't be attending water aerobics Friday, so I hope the snags will be worked out and the pool will be warm Monday.

Hubbie was gone when I got back home. He took Shih Tzu and went to help dig plants at the home of one of the Master Gardeners to be sold at an upcoming fundraising plant sale. Once I was ready for the day, Mother came over, and we prepared a sack lunch to take to this year's first film fest offering at the museum.

Hubbie arrived home about 11:15, and hopped in the shower, while I fed Shih Tzu. We arrived at the museum about 11:45 and began eating our lunch of PB&J sandwiches, with tortilla chips for Hubbie, and light pretzle sticks for Mother and me. Hubbie and I had fresh orange slices as dessert, but Mother passed on those. Instead, she wrapped a couple of cookies in a napkin from the refreshment table to enjoy later.

We didn't accomplish much during the afternoon beyond washing a couple of loads of clothes and loading some stuff into the camper for the upcoming trip.

For supper, we had spaghetti and green beans. Then, at 6 p.m., we attended a couple of more film fest screenings. Tonight, we saw a series of short films that were interesting. We especially enjoyed a humorous one in which two women wonder if the Atlanta Falcons have an identity crisis, because in fact falcons are the female of the bird, which are a third larger in size than tercels, which are the males.

We also enjoyed a clever film that animates the bubbles in bubblewrap, and has the bubble "heads" in conversation as they await their inevitable fate...to be popped. The film is under five minutes in length, but in that short time, we in the audience began to identify with the bubbles and dread their fate. At the end, the man who pops the bubbles throws the wrap in the trash can, with one "baby" one left to cry out for mama. It was hard to decide whether to laugh at the rediculousness of it, or cry at the pathos. Either way, we'll never look at bubblewrap the same way again.

The second half of tonight's screenings was an hour-long documentary featuring older artists in the Memphis area...their lives, and their unique approaches to art. Some of the artists, in their nineties, have died since the film was made. Others are still quite active in the arts of the area, especially as teachers.

As usual, not many folks turned out for the screenings...only a dozen or so, which is a shame, since the films were very interesting.