Yesterday was beautiful again, so I sat in the backyard, trying to listen to Mel Brooks talk about Young Frankenstein over the sound of the amazing number of planes flying overhead.

Never noticed what a flight path we're under (though they seemed to mostly be light planes) but I never before was trying to listen to something that was not exactly as loud as it could be (o those tiny laptop speakers!). I didn't have time to watch the whole thing before I had to leave the house, I had to pause and go back so often.

Mel Brooks is great. He starts stories then gets distracted by what's on the screen and sometimes he remembers to go back and finish the story and sometimes he doesn't!

Mel Brooks on Gene Wilder: "His eyes are like hard-boiled eggs, a pleasure to photograph."

I think it's Monarch butterfly migration month, as I must have seen twenty or thirty of them over the two hours or so I was out there. Baldrick kept wanting to catch one, but they mostly flew up high out of his reach.

Have you ever seen a butterfly soar? Usually I think of them as flapflapflapping creatures, banging their wings against the air a little desperately, a little clumsily, but about twenty feet in the air, where they can ride the air currents, they can soar like birds.

Jonathan Livingston Flutterbye...

The cats were insistent upon being out in the air, and I want to give them the opportunity because soon enough it'll be too damn cold, but after Baldrick demonstrated his ability and desire to jump the fence I decided to round 'em up.

I put Monty inside, caught Baldrick and put him inside, then gathered my stuff to go in, and Baldrick ran out the door, so I caught him again, and Monty ran outside, so I just gave up and spent another hour out there getting nibbled gently by the skeeters, and keeping a gimlet eye on The Great Fence Jumper.

Though he mostly was concentrating on being The Great Jungle Monster, hiding in the green before running out and biting his brother on the head.

Then I went into the city to meet Nik so that he could take me out for my birthday--late, but the first weekend that I was particularly free.

We saw the astonishing American Beauty, one of the best films I've seen in ages. Kevin Spacey plays very weak and very strong better than almost anyone else alive (most actors can either do one or the other fully, not both) and in this film he did both, and was utterly believable.

It's a movie about people who have no idea who they are, so they try to change the exteriors thinking that everything will be different--except for one character who not only knows exactly who he is, but who secretly drives the entire plot.

I am in love with this film. It makes me believe in possibilities.

Today's horoscope:
A family member really needs appreciation. Tell those you love how much you care. Noticing the good helps generate more.

One year ago today:
Perhaps I can be more fully myself. And still be funny. We shall see.

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