Pretty Good Day

It was a sunny day today. Amanda and I had planned to go to Stonington for some fun at the "Fun Company" (a really neat store), but unfortunately she has had some bad luck with health this week. She was in the hospital! But she is home now, and you can read about it on her page. We will reschedule our day of fun for later this month, I am sure.

So I drove up to Manchester to visit a store I used to go to all the time, Harvest Beads and Silver. When I lived in Manchester this was one of my favorite places. I was doing a lot of bead work back then, making jewelry, and I used to get most of my beads there. I also love their silver, and I have a bunch of jewelry from there. (It's a head shop, so they also have a lot of "smoking accessories," if you know what I mean, and I think you do.)

Anyway, they were busy today. I hadn't been in at least two years, but the same people were still working there -- the husband and wife owners, and the guy and girl who always worked behind the counter when I used to go. And they were playing Born to Run, which I have heard there many times before. Funny how some places don't change much. I got some great prices on silver chains.

Then I headed over to the "good" HomeGoods (also in Manchester) to check out their comforters. I recently realized that the comforter on our bed is the one I had in high school. And yes, I did graduate from high school 16 years ago. Needless to say, the thing is about 1/4 inch thick these days, and I am getting antsy to replace it. I didn't see anything I wanted...

Tonight we watched The Full Monty. In London last week we saw the new musical version of it onstage. It was great fun! The entire theatre was in stitches with laughter. So we thought we'd watch the movie again and compare. I always liked the movie, but I think I love the musical even better.

The picture above is of the village church in Barnham, Norfolk, the first town where my family lived in England (back in 1974 - 1976). The village is full of the quaintest thatched cottages and tiny little roads. It's also the home of the school where I started first grade and learned to read. Dixie was born two months before we moved from there to Germany.

It was good to be back there for an afternoon last Tuesday.