The Mr. and I went to dinner and a movie last night. (We come from a long line of romantics. Can't you tell?) My parent's anniversary was during harvest. When Dad took the last load of the day into town, Mom would join him and they would stop for a grape slush at Dairy Queen. Quite the celebration. (I remember Dad bringing home grape juice one year and making grape slushes in the blender. I don't remember if Mom was sick or what, but the slush had become a tradition by then.)
After dinner, we took in the movie "Julie and Julia." I knew it was about Julia Childs, but I didn't realize that it was about bloggers, too. They captured the thrill of the comments and followers, the backlash of employees and family. (Thankfully, I don't think I have crossed any line for backlash to occur. And I'd like to keep it that way, thanks!) Meryl Streep was worth the price of the ticket. It was wonderful to see Julia Child's life in Paris contrasted with Julie Powell's life in Queens. This is one of the most enjoyable movies I have seen in awhile. (Yeah, and all that good food made me hungry, too!)
I don't think I need to hold my breath waiting for this blog to capture the attention of newspapers and magazines. I'm a little too random for that. But I like writing--and if someone is actually reading it, well that is even better!