Not the most productive weekend...

Apr 01, 2014 01:45

Due to things starting with 'R', such as rain pounding on the roof two nights in a row, also a rodent rattling in the walls of my room, which kept me awake. My dad set a have-a-heart trap for the rodent; however, he's brought the rodent to work to amuse the sweet, evil little cats that live in the greenhouse (kittens of a stray mama cat who showed up over the summer and brought her family; the kittens have since become part of pest control at the greenhouse). After the rough nights I've had, I almost wish I'd been there.

Went antiquing with my dad yesterday, though it turned into a bit of a snipe hunt, as we went looking for that one shop in the Worcester area that we'd visited back in October, close by the Quabbin Reservoir and the strange shell of a stone church on its shore. We got into the general area, but we somehow didn't make the connection with the right road. Wound up heading back by way of Lancaster and Stillriver, where we stopped at a tiny antique/thrift/Wiccan supply store (thus, you'll have a cabinet full of 19th century Majolica vases next to another one full of assorted toys and Beenie Babies, and across from it is a cabinet full of tarot cards, crystals, wands, athames and whatnot); the owner is a lovely, chatty older gal who pointed us in the right direction after we told her about the snipe hunt. Also told us about the reboot of the Lancaster Flea Market, which closed mysteriously in the winter, and has since relocated to Swansea (yep, like the city in Wales: half the towns in Massachusetts have names from the British Isles, the other half have Wampanoag tribal names); I think our plan next week is to visit the Swansea Flea Market.

Also, the rain has caused the river that parallels our street to rise to flood levels and we're keeping an eye on it, just in case the water ends up in the street, as it's wont to do this time of the year.

Back to work today, my first day back after the meltdown last week; the little kids that had stayed cooped up in their houses all this wet weekend all came to my store. Lots of yelling kids not wanting their parents to put them into the kid seats of the shopping cart. One kid who's more or less a regular came through, who's got a *very* shrill squawk: I swear, they could perch him on a firetruck and he could serve as the siren or the horn, he's that loud. Also, nearly got a facefull of shopping cart when a little girl tried to roll her mum's cart into me as I put a giant pack of paper towels on the lower deck of ye cart. Fortunately, I popped up out of the way like the proverbial jack in the box; kid's mom asked me if I was all right, then on finding out I was fine, she proceeded to reprimand kidlet.

Quiet evening tonight, just me and my mom, as my dad had boilerman duty tonight. The two of us watched a double bill on one of the local movie channels: "Sunset Boulevard" (the classic noir-ish film with a fading film diva who's ready for her close-up) and "Bell, Book, and Candle" (a hilarious romantic comedy featuring Jimmy Stewart as a publisher and Kim Novak as a witch who falls in love with him). The latter would make an interesting Halloween double-bill with Alfred Hitchcock's "Vertigo" (same actors, features spookiness) or, according to my mother, "Nightmare Before Christmas (both have Christmas, both have spookiness)

fandom: misc. movies, health concerns, grocery store hijinks

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