Tuesday, 14 March 2017
Allan mailed our 26 postcards to the White House, part of a nationwide drive to express our opinions to its most well known current resident. The cards are awfully pretty, considering that we are annoyed.
It takes a lot to motivate me to go to a (non Star Wars) film at a theatre instead of waiting to watch a DVD in my comfy chair. Today I ran across more articles that I wanted to read but that were full of spoilers for the movie Get Out. This inspired me to suggest that we spend out rainy afternoon at the movies in Astoria.
Those who know me know that going across the river is my own little horror movie.
First, the dreaded Chinook tunnel:
A good friend who is a professional Seattle Metro driver was once completely horrified when she was driving us one way through the tunnel and a big semi truck (that’s a really big lorry) went through the other way. She said the truck driver was screaming. I had closed my eyes.
Then, along the mighty Columbia River. On a stormier day, waves come right over those rocks at high tide.
Then the 4.2 mile long bridge. I wouldn’t mind the bridge so much if it were a no passing zone.
Get Out was well worth the drive for this semi-agoraphobic. Now I can read all sorts of interesting articles about it.
I’m also excited about this movie, coming this summer to Astoria. I hope it has the rescue by the little ships.
The film let out too late to have a meal and still drive home before dark, so all we did was gas up and go.
In Googling for who played the mother in Get Out, I learned to my delight that one of my favourite non fiction books has been made into a movie. It’s about someone who would NOT get out.
I don’t suppose it will play here. It would get me to a theatre if it did.