Painting, painting, painting.
This week, we are busy at our second home that will become our forever home by the end of this year. I believe we are doing this right by painting and setting up our home well before we move all the big stuff, like furniture and our beads from our bead shop.
“Want to go to the show?” My beau just brought the dogs in from outside.
“Sure.” I didn’t know what was playing, but what the heck—I needed a break from those paint fumes.
An hour or so later, we found ourselves at the show with a bucket of buttered popcorn and too much soda. (I quit drinking soda about four years ago, and it’s no longer on my “I gotta have it” list.)
“Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales” was pretty good: Fanciful and imaginative. Johnny Depp (whom I discovered about five years ago) played a pretty good pirate. The story was, at least, a nice break from working at our home for a couple of hours. Sometimes one needs a diversion.
My least favorite former Beatle (even when he was a current Beatle), Sir Paul McCartney, had a small – very small – role in the movie. He played an aging pirate who sang the old folk song “Maggie May” (not the Rod Stewart song) while he was playing cards. I laughed and snickered, because that is the same old folk song that my beau and I sing to our little dachshund, Trixie Mae, while changing the name from Maggie May to Trixie Mae. Ha ha, and ha.
All in all, this was a passable movie that is good when you need a little break and don’t need a message shoved at you.
.©2017 Susan Marie Molloy and all works within.