It reminded me of this morning when I was wide awake and needed to get up and come into the family room to change positions before going back to sleep, but Polly was curled up on my back and Sheila was stretched out in front of the couch blocking the place where my feet needed to go in order to stand up. But she was so comfortable....
I have turned into my mother. Her dachshund, Max, was the most spoiled dog in the world. In fact, in those meme questions that ask if you could come back as an animal, what would you come back as, I usually answered "my mother's dog." Remaining in an uncomfortable position in order to let Max remain sleeping is something I can see her doing many times!
Speaking of my mother, as unpleasant and frustrating as Atria was yesterday, it was a 180 degree change today. I dragged my feet getting there, dreading a repeat of the day before, but knew I had to get there because she needed her next set of pills. But we actually had a good visit, this time mostly concentrating on her family, how much she misses her sister Marge (Peach's mother) and how lately she's been dreaming about her mother having very real conversations with her, and waking up convinced that she was still somewhere in the room. She seems happy to be having those dreams, and just sad to wake up. I hope that some day she'll just decide to take her mother's hand and go off with her to find Marge and the rest of her siblings.
I came across an article today that said that the very first drive-in theater was built in Camden, New Jersey in 1933. The innovative idea turned 82 earlier this month (June 6).
How many of you remember going to the drive in as a kid...or with
your kids?
I don't know how often my family went to the drive
in, but often enough. We would bring stuff to eat, Karen and I would dress
in our nightclothes and we would have blankets to wrap up in when we
inevitably fell asleep. Seems to me we felt naughty going to the snack
bar ('cause you always had to go to the snack bar) in our jammies to get
popcorn and a soft drink. Some of the theaters had playgrounds where
the little kids could play until it got dark enough to start the movie.
The sound was always awful, I remember.
Those speakers that you hung on your rear view mirror or on the inside of
the front window always had static and sometimes didn't work at all...then
you had to drive to another station and try again. Apparently at some
point they found a way to connect the speakers to your car's radio, but that
was after we stopped going.
I went a few times as a teenager,
and was one of those "good girls' who went to see the movie, with maybe a
little chaste necking thrown in for fun, but you never saw the car I was in
steamed up. I was there to see the movie.
We took our
kids to the drive in a few times, I remember. It was a way for the
whole family to see a movie at less than theater prices (and bring the baby
without disturbing other patrons), but they were pretty much waning by the
time our kids came along, though it was always fun to catch a snippet of the
current movie as you drove past one on the highway at night.
I wonder if Jeri, Ned or Tom remember being in a drive in
with us. The very last time I was in a drive in, I wasn't exactly
in a drive in. There was one drive in left in this area, a XXX
porn film drive in. No catching snippets from the freeway because the
screen was turned to face the cars and the empty field behind them.
But Walt and I had gone out to dinner with our friends and Dave decided we
should see if we could see something by driving down the road alongside the
theater. We could, but we didn't stay long. That ended our drive
in movie going history.
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