January 9, 1992
Dear Everyone:
Not much going on around here.
Everyone's settling in after the
Holidays.
“Jeannie” and I are trying to get back into our
habit of attending at least two movies per month, doing our part to keep
Hollywood, and the popcorn industry, afloat.
This week, last Saturday, we went to see
Hook,
Stephen
Spielberg's attempt at rewriting the
Peter Pan legend.
It was okay, but not great.
Robin
Williams plays a grown-up Peter who has to rediscover his childhood
in order to rescue his kids. He
does an energetic job of it; but, on the other hand, who could do all
those mid-air somersaults and barrel-roles and not look energetic.
Dustin Hoffman
plays Capt. Hook.
Actually, Dustin Hoffman plays
Terry Thomas,
playing Capt. Hook, trying to be villainous and lovable at the same
time. Compared to
Alan Rickman's
gem of a bad guy in
Robin Hood
(Dances with Peasants), Hoffman comes off as, well, frumpy.
On Sunday, I started taking down the Christmas
decorations, which is when I confirmed that, yes, someone
had lifted my wreath off the
front door. Talk about "unclear
on the concept" of Christmas! Taking
down the decorations turned into neatening which suddenly escalated into
a full-scale cleaning frenzy.
I vacuumed, polished, dusted and washed things that haven't been
cleaned in years. And
treated all the drains to a Drano cocktail.
About the only thing I missed was
the top of the refrigerator, which I can’t see and so never think of.
We got a couple of good rains in the past week.
Nothing like Oregon, of course
(or Texas, for that matter); but as I stood under my umbrella, I
couldn't help thinking:
Another 40 days and nights of this and we’ll have that old drought fixed
for sure.
Love, as always,
Pete
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