I should mention I'd had the house to myself as my parents went up to visit my other brother, the one who'd been living in Oakland and is not in Massachusetts, for Mother's Day. This is my father's second trip visiting him, as he'd gone up in March for a weekend trip which got my brother in a bit of trouble with my mother. She was upset that she hadn't been invited back in March, even though she'd said that knowing winters-up-there as she does she didn't want to go see his apartment until at least May, and my brother took her at this claim. Anyway, this was solidly in May and the snow was off the ground and they went up.
Anyway, they were out and I was cleaning my room --- since this involves moving a lot of junk out, I tend to save it for days my father won't be around to ask when I'm moving everything back in --- and they called to say they'd heard on the news radio that it was going to get cold overnight and so I should shut the windows in their bedroom. Good advice, although I'd planned to shut the windows against the chance of rain the Wii's weather channel forecast. In point of fact, I should have shut them against the high winds. It's been ``breezy'' in that way which results in trees snapped in half and fallen over fences along the path to the nearby Wawa.
On a more local level, having the house windows open resulted in books I'd stacked up being knocked off their piles, and more impressively, the Tupperware lids on the kitchen pile spontaneously taking flight and getting several feet gliding distance. That might not sound like much, but when it's coming from a standing start and out of the direct path of the windows that's pretty good work. But from the fallen trees I'm glad to have built up the stockpile of tap lights in easily locatable spots in the house, even if we haven't had a power outage yet.
Trivia: The wood for the ceremonial final tie on the Transcontinental Railroad was cut from a California laurel on Mount Tamalpais, and prepared by a San Francisco billiard-table manufacturer. Source: Empire Express: Building The First Transcontinental Railroad, David Haward Bain.
Currently Reading: Kings Of The Bs: Working Within The Hollywood System, Editors Todd McCarthy, Charles Flynn. Boy, a lot of producers of awful, awful movies like to point out how they never lost money on a picture. Apparently if the movie earns a thousand dollars more than it costs to make we're to forgive its sins. But I am enlightened by some of the ways that budgets can be shrunk in the writing: if the character's supposed to smoke a cigarette, the scene starts with the cigarette lit since if the actor fumbles lighting it, that demands a new take. Similarly starting conversations with actors not opening doors or, apparently, doing anything requiring any mechanical ability ... which may be why so many Mystery Science Theater 3000 episodes are a punishing eighty minutes of grey people standing in a straight line in a grey office without moving.