Looks like yesterday the Tower Theatre showed Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird on two screens and about every 45 minutes. This was not the debut showing that happened a while back. However, it meant a lot of people who apparently do not regularly go to the Tower Theatre in Land Park showed up to see this movie, if for no other reason than to hoot and howl when a landmark in Sacramento showed up. Greta Gerwig, a native of Sacramento, filmed here. Oh, and a row behind us decided to chit-chat through the movie, too. Much different crowd than the regulars.
While others are thinking about Thanksgiving Week and Sacramento real estate, I am more focused on December 3rd. Well, of course, there is an open house today for a new listing in North Highlands. But my sellers also had a bunch of showings yesterday, that was very heavy activity for a Saturday with home buyers. Everybody is trying to squeeze in those last few minutes before Thanksgiving Week. Making them as productive as ever.
Yes, Thanksgiving Week. It’s no longer just a day that our ancestors began celebrating as we do today about 100 years before I was born. Which wasn’t all that long ago put that way. Nope, it has mushroomed into an entire week.
When I first heard about mobile apps for Sacramento meal delivery, I was completely intrigued. This was even better than coming home, plopping down on the sofa and asking my husband: “What’s for dinner?” Because I have to be NICE to him. I don’t have to be nice to a meal delivery app. Nope, just bring up that cell, pick a restaurant, enter your options and pay. It remembers your orders. They also tell you how long it will take for delivery. As long as you back-track your hungry stomach an hour, you’re in business. My husband seemed to resist the idea at first, but now he’s on board. I notice he no longer gets into his car and makes runs to pick up Thai or sushi. Now, it’s all delivered to the house.
You know what a difference 10 years makes when you look at photo galleries that continually shove photos from years ago in front of your face. Like when you’re on Facebook, for example, and suddenly it shows you a picture from a long time ago and you can’t believe your eyes. Or, if you’re like me, you click off the website and silently wish they would stop doing that. In my case so many of the old photos are of pets and people who have since died. It takes me a long time to get over losing a pet. I seem to adjust to deaths of people easier. It’s not a matter of value.
One of the nicest things about living in California and growing a Land Park garden in Sacramento is the fact we enjoy an extended harvest. We can plant our veggies earlier than other parts of the country and continue to cultivate produce from early spring long into October. Although, I must say I was bit astonished when I dug around where the cucumber vines were all lumped together. There, nestled in the dirt, was a humongous cucumber we somehow overlooked.
My husband, being the kind of guy he is, with a waste-not-want-not type of attitude, says, hey, we can still eat it. Just scoop out the seeds. No, he can still eat it but I’m not chowing down on an oversized tasteless cucumber that’s been sitting in the dirt for months. I will eat escamoles (ant larva) but no months-old cucumbers for me.