The Men Who Stare at Goats is a weird, weird movie. I liked it.
Remember that navy blue shirt I love but is such a pain to iron? I bought another one today, in a perfect dark red, kind of a maroon-ish color. Matches my toenails. And I love the way it fits. I knew I needed another one when I was so disappointed to realize I couldn’t wear the one I had yesterday because it was waiting to be washed. I might also have picked it up in black. This is what I do – find something that looks really good and buy it in two or three colors. I guess I’ll just have to iron more often.
I saw a ton of wildlife (well, more than usual. Maybe not a ton. Half a ton.) today. On my way back from the winery, I saw a groundhog hanging out in the middle of the road. He was smart enough to scurry off into the grass before I got too close. A little closer to home, I saw a deer bound six feet into the air to clear a fence and run into the woods. That was really cool. Cleared the fence by two feet, at least. You know, it might have been a fawn. I thought I saw white spots on its back, and if I learned anything from Bambi, it was that adult deer don’t have spots. That, and tell your mother you love her every time you see her ’cause you never know when the hunter is coming. Bambi’s kind of messed up. (The movie and the poor deer.) Anyway, while I was at the winery (Hidden Brook – they have John’s favorite sweet rosé and they’re really nice), another kind of wild animal showed up: the all-too-common-at-wineries-on-weekends bachelorette party. This party had clearly already been to several other wineries. They had a bus with a driver and were taking advantage of it, and when they walked in the door at Hidden Brook, the guitarist (there was a guitarist) had just gotten to the line “lookin’ for my lost shaker of salt” from “Margaritaville”, and the 15 (20? There were a lot of them.) women in the bachelorette party all shouted, “Salt! Salt! Salt!” (There’s usually not a lot of shouting going on during wine tastings. There’s probably not a lot of wine tasting going on during Jimmy Buffet concerts, either.) The two employees behind the counter looked like they wanted to run out the back door. I did. Bachelorette parties + several wineries + driver = not my scene (unless I’m one of them).
Back to the subject, I saw a cute little lamb, too, standing a little ways away from the rest of the sheep, but farm animals don’t really count as wildlife, so never mind.
