Sunday, Sept. 16

Slept late, until around 8 a.m. Skipped my exercises today, as I usually do on Sunday. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house mid-morning, and she helped put together a meatloaf, which we had with mashed potatoes and green beans later.

Today, before lunch, we watched one of the movies we got from the library: "Matzmag, an Appalacian Folktale." This short feature, intended for pre-teens and teens, tells the tale of a girl who must save her sisters from a witch-like woman, and her giant husband. It is somewhat reminiscent of Cinderella, with Jack the Giant Killer thrown in. It's clever, but improbable, as folktales usually are.

After lunch, we watched another library Masterpiece Theater movie: "Frenchman's Creek," based on a Daphne Du Maurier novel. It's a romantic adventure. A wealthy married woman retreats to her country estate for peace and solitude, but meets up with a swashbuckling pirate.

Mother retired to the couch for a nap afterward, but only slept about an hour before joining Hubbie and me in watching a 1943 black and white movie from the library: "The Ox-Bow Incident." This classic movie, starring Henry Fonda, Dana Andrews, and Anthony Quinn, centers around a couple of drifters, who happen into a frontier town just as an angry posse is formed to hunt down and hang cattle thieves, who have killed a rancher. Anyone who has not seen this movie, should, since it graphically illustrates what can happen when folks rush to judgement, and take the law into their own hands.

Following the movie, we made another batch of oatmeal cookies, these with chocolate chips, instead of raisins.

Then we watched the last of the library movies: The 2009 "State of Play." This one stars Russell Crowe, Rachel McAdams, and Ben Affleck. Investigative reporters and the police work to solve the murder of a congressman's mistress. I think we've seen this one before, but it had been a long time, so we forgot the story line.

After the movie, I accompanied Mother home, and waited for her to shower, before coming back home.

This evening, Daughter called. She was babysitting several of the great-grandkids, and she let each one talk with me. I was so surprised at how mature Great-Grandson sounds. His voice has changed. No more little boy voice. Boo, he's growing up too fast. He's very proud to have a driver's permit. I'm happy for him, but a little edgy about it, too. It's always scary when kids, especially boys, start driving.