Thursday, March 25

Up at 7:30, and did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. Mother came over mid-morning, and we did this a that getting ready for a visit from Daughter and Granddaughter on Saturday.

At noon, we went to the museum for a brown-bag-lunch FilmFest event. Today's features included one about a visit by President Nixon to Mobile, Alabama, where he spent a total of 104 minutes, and met with his political rival, Governor George Wallace. We were struck by the fact that while he was there, he lost a cuff link, which a young girl found. The girl was thrilled, and wrote to Nixon asking if she could keep it. He asked her to return it to him. What a guy.

A year later, Wallace was shot, which resulted in his being confined to a wheelchair. While he was in critical condition in the hospital, Nixon called Wallace's wife. The film features that phone call, which reveals that Nixon, who was supposed to be offering comfort to Mrs. Wallace, was obviously distracted to the point that he couldn't keep the boredom out of his voice. There were two other very short films, as well, but they were not as interesting as the Nixon one.

The sky was dark, and it was obvious that we were in for some wet weather this afternoon, Fortunately, the rain held off until we got home from the museum. While it rained, we whiled the afternoon away watching TV...a feature of several state high school choirs performing patriotic music. We were interested in the feature, because one of the choirs is from a local school, and one is from a school in the community where Sis works.

Then we watched two episodes of, "Life," a nature program about insects and animals. This will be a 13-episode series.

By the time we finished these programs it was suppertime. We had leftover beef hash with fried eggs and toast, and dishes of canned peaches for dessert.

Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I went to a play reading at the home of the lady who hosts the community theater board meetings. A local retired professor has written a reader's theater play about a period in the history of our town. He hopes to produce the play during our town's sesquicentennial events. He wanted eight of us to read the play aloud, so he could get a feel for its timing.

Hubbie took the role of a Union soldier (from the letters of the soldier), and I read the part of a young woman writing in her diary. We met at 6:30, and didn't finish reading until after 10 p.m. So it was apparent to the author (and to the rest of us) that the play is way too long.

We were both plenty ready to hit the sack when we got back home.