We are having summer here right now. Next week rain is coming, but right now, it's heaven. My husband and I had a lovely dinner of ribeyes, baked potatoes, asparagus and salad, accompanied by prosecco. Then we watched "The Philadelphia Story" with Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn. That was the romantic movie we picked. We then had a lively discussion about the characters and what they represent, as well as my husband revealing he played Kitteridge in high school and wished he could have played Connor or Dexter. He felt he wasn't considered handsome enough. I argued Kitteridge was an interesting character, but I get his point.
Right now the piano is being tuned, and my husband said he'd walk the dogs after, but he loved listening to the tuning. Now isn't that romantic of him?
I'm reading a wonderful book by Adyashanti, and I went to bed right after reading a chapter, so I slept well, despite the prosecco. However, in the paper this morning an article outlined the danger of cancer from alcohol, which I'd never heard of, so, back to my usual one or two beers a week. Is there anything safe to eat or drink? Kale and blueberries are about it.
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