Once Upon A Time In The West (Spain and Italy and America)
Sunny weather in October is a stimulant for those who must prepare the yard for winter. While standing outside, in shorts and tee, barefoot in my own park, I could only marvel at how wonderful this summer weather feels.
I know, it’s a false premise. We’ll get the cold stuff soon enough. At least that huge tent affair that has kept our patio dark and dry all summer is now safely stored, in a proper plastic crate that I picked up while out to the Cannie Tire store after lunch. This weekend came with a scratch and save card that promised and delivered a whopping ten percent. Does it matter that all the sale tags had disappeared; my benchmark price (I’m going to be ready for the Brave New World of alternate energy) on solar panels was back up to $30, from the pre-sale price of $15 and the actual price I like to buy at of $10. Scratch and save, not win. This is a model that resembles the lottery too closely.
I also bit the bullet and bought new windshield wipers for the van. The ones from last winter (that stayed in place throughout the year) resemble some horror-movie monster, with the metal skeleton sticking out through the tattered rubbery skin. So, next nice day that I’m not busy cooking a turkey, I’ll make the switch. Tomorrow? Too early to tell.
We watched an old classic western this afternoon, Once Upon A Time In The West. The cable box gave it a 1 rating which is rare. I found myself in love with the sound, confused by the story and intrigued by the whole idea of Charles Bronson and Henry Fonda onstage together. Sergio Leone and Ennio Morricone. Masters.
