Lunch With Jim And Felicity Huffman

I finally got around to putting in the wash the clothes I had shipped home from NM; they weren't dirty, just wrinkled. I then spent a long time looking through albums, files, and drawers, trying to find my mother's wedding picture. I thought it would be nice to send my great-niece a copy, since I won't be going to her wedding in Jacksonville. I simply couldn't find it--I know it's here somewhere. I did find my parents' marriage certificate and will copy that, too, but it's no good without the pic.

Later, I made lunch and packed it into my insulated carrier along with a can of beer, and met Jim near the pool at 1:00. We ate and, as ever, talked and talked, this time about dentistry, religion, Marx and communism, Herbert Marcuse and his take on life, and similar topics. It was a good session, as ever, and I was glad to see Jim again.

He left about 4:30 and I walked over to Von's for lettuce. When I settled in for my daily hour of TV watching, I put in the Transamerica DVD.  I had heard it was good and boy, is it--I didn't know Felicity Huffman had it in her.