Hello and welcome to another Wrist to Forehead Sunday post, the day when I swoon, dramatically posed with the back of one wrist to my forehead. Alas that I have no chaise lounge to swoon upon. One must make do. It is only a metaphorical swoon anyways.
Peter Falk and coffee, what more could I ask?
I am once again watching Columbo on DVD. I do enjoy Columbo on a Sunday afternoon or evening. I am not, however, drinking coffee. I enjoyed that this morning.
My view earlier today.
This morning I went running for the first time since March. One of the places I ran was the path over what used to be a hydraulic canal. The fun painted things are getting a little faded. I hope whoever is responsible freshens them up soon. I would like to take my great nephew and niece, Sheppy and Evie, for a walk there on one of the nice days we occasionally get.
Crawling, slimy things? Bring it!
I share the picture of The Brain Eaters because I feel as if something has eaten away my brain. I guess not having a brain is becoming a chronic condition with me (cue jokes about how I never had much brain to begin with). I haven’t seen a cheesy horror movie in a while. I wonder when I will get a chance to see one. Maybe after the current episode of Columbo.
Is this cheerful enough?
As it was becoming increasingly clear I have not much of substance to say, I looked for a cheerful picture to close with. This was the first to catch my eye. It is a publicity photo for a version of Hush… Hush, Sweet Charlotte that was never completed. Joan Crawford was to have starred opposite Bette Davis but was replaced with Olivia de Havilland. I am currently re-reading The Divine Feud: Bette and Joan, which tells all about it.
So this post has run the gamut from Columbo to running to Bette and Joan, with a detour into Brain Eaters. That seems like a lot for one weekend. I look forward to what Monday brings.
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