Went to the library and got Roger Ebert's autobiography in book form. I'm fascinated by his life--and death, and what led up to it, poor guy--and I'm listening to same on a CD in the car. I want to see pictures of his early life, too, and am dying to see the new documentary about him. Hope Aline and I can go to New York before long to see it.
I took another CD back--had listened for a few minutes and found it boring; unfortunately, I was told a disk was missing. I looked in the car with no luck, renewed it and when I got home, looked more thoroughly. Nope, it's not there. Because I listen to CDs only in the car and never take them inside, I'm afraid it must have fallen out. Darn; guess I'll have to pay for it.
My friend's hubby came and power washed the back and side of the house because of the mold letter I got from the home owners association. It took hours in the broiling heat and I wasn't going to loll in the house while he worked, so I spent almost as much time pulling weeds in the front and sides. What a job, but that's what I get for neglecting it.
Aline and I will spend the day together, then she takes off for a week in Savannah. I'll miss her her, but--Ellen will be here soon, hooray!
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