So this movie I saw tonight, "The Beaver Kid", and hearing the creator, Trent Harris, got me remembering my interest in doing movies. (MiniDV / iMovie!)
For a moment there I was wondering what I'd do, then I remembered the story, from life experience, that I'd like to tell. It's the story I'd started living, for a short, yet vivid, time back there the summer of '91.
One thing that's particularly appealing about this thought is the possibility that I may convey some of what I've imagined is possible in the realm of human possibilities.
Possibilities, possibilities, possibilities! (I hadn't realized that I'd used that word *three* times in the previous paragraph.) I guess I'm looking around and much more distracted than I'd realized.
So, all in all I'm glad I got out for some people watching and tea tonight.
It was fun to interact with the gal who got me the tea, that I'd remembered from last Fall, and with others when a small moth landed on my tea (it seemed to be drinking it!) Yes, I shared my tea with the moth, wiped it off (where the moth had been) and continued on it myself.
All the tables seem to be full, and I'm wondering if they'll be kicking everyone out in a few minutes. Probably not, now that I think about it. They'll probably just stop serving, and people will eventually wander off.
But they keep pouring in! Right up to the last minute it seems.
Actually, now I see the vacuum sweeper's out. That'll do it. I'm outta here.