As I was driving home from the airport late Friday night, I noticed that one of the local elementary schools, which is in the process of being completely gutted and renovated, had a sign out front advertising and auction for their portable classrooms. This started me thinking about who would bid on these drafty, creaky double-wides and what purpose they would serve. Spare dungeon? A replacement for the old couch and washer on the front porch? Meth lab?

17 years ago today it was hot, humid and oppressively unpleasant in southeastern Pennsylvania. Although I escaped the next day to California (which I will be doing again next month), my wedding day was notable for its total lack of anything approaching a breeze. I had, inappropriately, chosen a heavy satin, long sleeved dress in virginal white (hah!) and was uncomfortable the entire day. The fact that my father broke a bone in his lower back before the ceremony only added to the ambiance of the day (that by itself is another story entirely).

Movies:
Harry Potter – the best of the first three. Less enthralled with utilizing every special effect that could be invented, and more focused on Harry and his friends becoming teenagers (they even begin to show a glimmer of those attitudes that parents of teens know so well).

Day After Tomorrow (or Day Before Yesterday or Day After Today, who cares) – this movie may have cured me of my “I’ll see anything Jake Gyllenhaal is in, even if the movie sucks and he plays a really repulsive character” illness. A complete waste of time, effort and popcorn calories. And now I hear that he’s going to play Superman?!

Starsky and Hutch – I wanted to be able to write “Even speculating about the origin of Owen Wilson’s brutalized nose could not salvage this movie”, but I actually found myself smiling at several points during this movie. Ok, so I was a captive passenger 35,000 feet up with no room to open my laptop because I forgot to buy those KneeSaver devices that prevent the seat in front of you from reclining and we had waited on the runway an hour before taking off and there were 260 empty minutes stretching between me and my destination, but even so, it wasn’t that bad. Although I did spend some time speculating about whether Owen Wilson is actually the “Rance” blogger who has gotten so much attention recently.