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The gift certificate was a going away present from one of my favorite Emerson families.  I was excited to try out the latest in garlic mincing (green thing on the right) and the stemming thingie that is supposed to help me take stems out of kale, collards, etc as well as herbs.  These are the kinds of things I won’t spend real money on, because they might not work, but gift card money? Bring it on!  So far the mincer seems to work well and clean up fast.  The stem thing  works so-so on kale, etc., but fabulously on herbs, which I never like to pick apart anyway.

Once again, the foldable Ikea clothesline shows its multipurpose mettle as a great display space for the going away cards I received from parents, students and co-workers.

These are some Emerson School memories I will take with me.

People brought me flowers.  People sent me flowers.  Between the flowers and the cards, I had a great sendoff.

I love that one family gave me a carnivorous plant.

Orchids are so beautiful.

This bunch of dahlias was gorgeous.

One family even had flowers delivered.  That’s a rare treat in my world.

I watch most of my movies at home, but I would guess I see movies in theaters more often than the average person.  But not nearly as often as movie critics do.  Mostly my screenings are filled with well-behaved audiences.  Let’s go point-by-point.

1. Mostly people don’t talk.  Occasionally there will be a couple who talks now and then.  Writing from the future, I can report that the older couple at the end of the row during my screening of Bridge of Spies talked intermittently, but I found it kind of cute.  And then there was the guy during my screening of Wild who kept leaning over to his wife and telling her the names of the landmarks.  That was super cute.  If it’s intermittent and mostly quiet, I’m mostly okay.
2. I haven’t had texting, but every once in a while someone is looking something up on their phone.  Sometimes they are on IMDB. Apparently they can’t wait until the end of the movie to figure out who that person is.  They always shield the top of the phone, as if that will make any difference (it doesn’t).  I’ve always just informed them that I find their phone distracting and they’ve always put their phone away.
3. Nope.  Doesn’t happen to me.
4. Seriously?  People do this?
5. It’s been a while, but man do I hate it when people do this.  I don’t even like it when people bring their kids to a too-old-for-their-age-group kids movies.
6. I never put my feet up when people are sitting in front of me. I often do when they are not.  I’ve not had a problem with people doing it to me.
7. Also has never happened to me.
8. Jeff Baker seems to have a problem with popcorn.  Sometimes I smuggle carrot sticks into the theater and feel guilty I’m crunching so loudly.  Sorry Jeff Baker.  I hope you aren’t sitting near me when I do this.
9. Yes!  Just this weekend there was a couple who was taking their seats during the previews.  As far as I’m concerned, the show has started.  Find your seat and sit down quickly.  These two were standing and getting things adjusted, digging in pockets etc.  Although, again, when I yelled, “Would you please sit down?”  they did.  Portland people are so polite.  I also followed up my request with a “thank you!”
10. Again, rarely happens.  But I can remember going to a midnight movie at the 5 Mile Plaza during my teenage years and watching in astonishment at the couple a few rows in front of me making out for most of the movie. And there was the time I saw Notting Hill with the couple with the intellectual disability sitting next to me totally sucking face.  I was NOT enchanted with their shenanigans.

So, overall, I have few problems in Portland theaters.

I’ve loved not having to purchase a Trimet pass (currently $100.00/month) for nine years.  And I’ve also loved the fact that on evenings and weekends, I have a parking space waiting just for me in the North Park Blocks.  That ends this weekend.

The lovely Mary, an 80+-year-old volunteer at school, sent me off to my new job with a book and a handmade card made with her photographs.  I will miss Mary. And not just because she gives me things.