The best laid plans…

As excited as I was for my Halloween night at home, I spent it entirely differently than I had thought I would. (See post from Thursday.)

Yesterday morning, I decided that I was going to be diligent and do homework all afternoon, but that plan lasted until about 12:15 PM when I found I could no longer resist the temptation to go down to the family room and watch the episode of Father Brown that I had DVR’d the night before.  And once that happened, I was not going back to that homework idea…

However, none of the Halloween movies appealed to me this year.  And when I noticed that Amazon Prime was offering free streaming of Radio Days, one of my most very favorite Woody Allen films, I dropped everything and watched that. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen that movie since it came out in 1987; I have lost track. But I never get tired of it.  IT is so charming and uplifting. And the soundtrack is to die for (for me, anyway — someone who loves to live in the past!)

Radio Days 1987
Radio Days 1987

Then I switched to YouTube and watched several episodes of Hetty Wainthropp Investigates! I love Patricia Routledge and it’s refreshing to see her being clever and not being Hyacinth Bucket once in a while.

Hetty Wainthropp Investigates; BBC 1996-1998
Hetty Wainthropp Investigates; BBC 1996-1998

Which reminds me that another one of my favorite films is on tonight — on Turner Classic Movies: Dame Margaret Rutherford in Murder Most Foul!! I have to say that Dame Margaret had the strangest take on Miss Marple ever, but it is still really fun to watch her movies. She made 4 Miss Marple movies — this one is the one where she joins a local theatrical troupe in a small English village in order to, of course, solve a murder. It is really fun — made in England in 1964.

Murder Most Foul starring Dame Margaret Rutherford, 1964
Murder Most Foul starring Dame Margaret Rutherford as Miss Marple, 1964

Even though I’m going to DVR this, I will probably stay up and watch it tonight, since tomorrow we set the clocks back anyway. I won’t miss any sleep.

This weekend is the final weekend of the course I’m taking in school, so I have a final project to write, plus 3 other shorter papers to write. Then I have one last course to take and I graduate (still on track for magna cum laude!). Kind of hard to believe that, come Christmas, I will suddenly have so much free time. I am going to spend all that free time packing and throwing stuff away and getting ready for yet another out-of-state move. This will be my 4th long-distance move and hopefully it will be my last.  (Well, I don’t mind if I move to another house, I just don’t want to move out of state again. It is a lot to deal with, especially now that I will be transporting a colony of feral cats with me.)

Although, I have to say, they get less feral all the time. Here is a shot of Weenie on my bed last night, while I was watching Hetty Wainthropp Investigates. He is very comfortable around me, although most of the time, he won’t let me pet him. He’s getting better about that, though.

Weenie, relaxing on my bed last night!
Weenie, relaxing on my bed last night!

Okay, I guess I better close this and start working. I’m going to make a pot of butternut squash soup (the easiest soup ever — boil the squash, an onion, celery and a carrot, 4 small peeled potatoes, sea salt and a dash of red pepper flakes for about 30 minutes, then puree it!), finish the laundry, then get crackin’ on all that homework.

Have a wonderful (meaningful?) All Soul’s Day, wherever you are, gang! Thanks for visiting. See ya!

[Fantastic opening credit music to Murder Most Foul!]

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