Great Movie

Last night I clicked on Atlas' movie, "Jamaca Inn" introducing a very young Maureen O'Hara, and the evil Charles Laughton. A movie made in 1939. Great movie. Thanks, Atlas.

Things are pretty quiet around here, and after a game of Scrabble (Bob won, 256-249), we sit around reading blogs until time to go to bed. Bob would probably sit around until midnight reading blogs if I did not nag him that we need to go to bed because we have church in the morning. And we'd like to be bright eyed and bushy tailed for that song service. (snork) (Don't get me started on my opinion of "praise" seven-eleven songs---eleven words repeated seven times, and including more "I"s than thanks or praise to God)

Man, they put Maureen O'Hara through the wringer with that first movie. Ocean swim, horseback riding, hiding in a cave, and being tied up. Yikes. I wonder how old she was when she made that movie, and where was it filmed?

Time to get cleaned up for church. More later.

Update: Later, we ate lunch, and Bob went to Carrollton to check on a Business Continuity drill. It got up to 83 degrees inside the house, and I was watching the weather websites and saw that the cold front was almost here...so we played Scrabble Sunday night, and Bob bingo-ed twice and beat me 336 to 233. Ben dropped by to get his mail from Alpine. The wind picked up, and we had to close windows before going to bed.