Nobody should be surprised that this is Wrist to Forehead Sunday. We are back home from our Vermont adventures, and I am tired. Could I be getting old? SAY IT AIN’T SO!!! Well, of course it is so. You get old or you die young. Those are the choices. Anyways, I got tired when I was younger, too. The best thing to do is to relax myself today and have some more adventures tomorrow.
I find that some excellent things to do on a gloomy, tired Wrist to Forehead Sunday are read cheap fiction, watch true crime shows and watch movies. I am indulging in all three. I purchased several Agatha Christie novels at a used book sale in Arlington, VT on Friday. I read one on Saturday. I am reading another one today. While I read and Steven Facebooked (one of my favorite verbs), we looked at a few episodes of Snapped. Now while I blog (another silly verb), we are watching The Curse of the Blair Witch, the cable documentary that was made to promote The Blair Witch Project, which movie we shall probably watch next.
I particularly wanted to watch these features this weekend, because it is Columbus Day weekend, which I believe is when the movie takes place. It is definitely October, because there are Halloween decorations up in some of the places they film. It must be a long weekend, because of the number of nights they camp before they get lost and are staying extra, unintended nights. Perhaps the dates are actually stated in the movie, and I am quite foolish for feelings so pleased with myself for my deductions (I read a lot of Agatha Christie, but I’m no Miss Marple) (if you do not get that reference, I am sorry for your lack of reading some very enjoyable books) (then again, to each his own, as the old lady aid when she kissed the cow).
Where was I? Ah yes, that movie about the movie about the Blair Witch. I know it is not respected by some, but it is one of my favorite Halloween movies. I enjoy the alternate narrative technique, although it has since been copycatted quite a bit (I’ll be damned, my computer thinks “copycatted” is a word; I thought I just now verbed the noun) (but apparently “verbed” is not a word). It suits my mood today to watch a foolish movie I have seen many times before. Maybe tomorrow I can watch something really cheesy to write about.
In the meantime, Happy Sunday, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 