Well, Mr. Tennis had to work a "table" at a healthcare event today so I was left to my own devices for a few hours. Of course, I got nothing accomplished except to reflect back on a pretty nice weekend thanks to my family.
Had a great birthday dinner out with Mr. T, The Maven and Orlando G-ma at my new favorite restaurant in Winter Park, Dexter's. Delish!
Saturday night Mr. T took me to see Cirque Du Soliel out at Disney Village.
Spectacular is an understatement when describing this experience! The Fantastic Four had gone compliments of Orlando G-ma about 12 years ago and I never forgot certain elements of that show. Twelve years later and it is just as exciting and amazing! Everyone should see one of these shows in their lifetime if they can.
Since it was a late nite out at the Cirque (oh my, how foo-foo that sounds!) I was very lazy and did not get up until about 9:30am. Made Mr. T some breakfast and sent him on his way. Threw some sheets in the washing machine, bathed the ungrateful Bostons, took the same ingrates for a walk and then....
I indulged in a silly, scary movie that I had ordered from Netflix. "The Stepfather".
An unfortunate title, because I know many stepdads in my acquaintance who are superb, but of course Hollywood has to make such a relationship sinister. A better title would have been "Friendly Stranger" or "The Guy I Met in the Grocery Store". Nevertheless I was compelled to watch because I had seen the original and every once in awhile I like a scary, ungory, movie. Ha, ha, notice I watched it in the light of day. Unless you are compelled, this is one to be skipped. Not "Full Price Worthy", but fun for a rainy Sunday on my own.
After watching this marginal flick I reflected on a much better murder mystery story that Mr. T and I ordered at the suggestion of The Writer and Sammy. It was not a work of fiction, but a documentary. Little did I know when we started watching it that it would feature my favorite poster which is prominently displayed in our house.
This lovely poster resides over the four-legged inhabitant's "feeding station", if you will, in our house.
What is the connection to "susie's" poster you ask? Well, as I discovered while watching all nine, yes nine, hours of this addictive documentary, "my" poster was at the bottom of said staircase. Chills, people, chills.
My Rainy Sunday ramblings have taken a rather macabre turn and that is unintentional because although it rained today there was a lot to be grateful for. Mainly that I didn't have to haul the sprinkler out to "set" the new plantings I did this week out front:
Hope they make it! I transplanted part of the boxwood that lined our half wall into the backyard and filled in the spots with some new plants that I hope will thrive in the morning sun they receive.
Also, while coming and going this busy weekend I spied "Rita The Staghorn Wren"! She (or her mate) have been stashing my yardwork castoffs in one of our recycling bins! I was able to capture one of them in the act (take note, when photos are taken under survelliance circumstances they are not of the best quality):