Still sweltering. Still wringing out my clothes in the vain hope of extracting all the moisture from them. Like that will ever happen.
I emptied out five more boxes of stuff today. Mostly books. A few went into a box to go to the thrift store. Most of them are the type of crime fiction I grew up reading and could never part with. I have dozens of books by Rex Stout, John D. MacDonald, Ross MacDonald, Max Allan Collins, and so many others. I'll bet you haven't heard of any of these guys.
We got outta the house this afternoon. Went to see John Wick 3. Two hours plus in air conditioned comfort. The film was easily the weakest of the three. Endless fights and endless killing with about one tenth of the art and style and dare I say the grace of the first two films. The final fight between John Wick and the main bad guy was reminiscent of the final fight of John Wick 2.
There will be a John Wick 4 in 2021. I do not have high expectations.
Afterward, we drove home. I grilled some hamburgers, finishing just in time for the monsoon to hit. Rained like a bugger for about 20 minutes. Something happened and the power went out for an hour or so. Just what you need during heatstroke season.
Another three day weekend is over. I don't know why these weekends go by so quickly.
I am turning in for the night. 5:30 comes too early.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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