Donna and I went to Anna Karenina on Christmas Day

We missed a midnight mass last night because it was cold and then a morning church breakfast because I had been awake a six and it seemed like there was going to be snow on Christmas morning; but we did attend a six o'clock Christmas mass (it's cool- I don't recieve the Eucharist). We made it to see the Tom Stoppard version of Anna Karenina Christmas night after promising ourselves we would- we were going to see the film weeks ago, but she wanted to see Breaking Dawn first.
We're saving some presents to each other for after Christmas; I got her a nightgown during the beginning of the month and we've been adding things to our shopping since then.
The film is sumptuous- and there's a little theatrical thing where it seems to be all interior shots and the exteriors are represented as only occurring on stage, meaning Russian society is in fact a facade of painted backdrops where reality happens behind the doors of private affairs- the camerwork is good where symbolic shots of the train and a theater fan are swished panned, rather than accelerating the montage in a classic way, the camera pivots to represent speed and urgency.
The plot is emotion and is depicted as emotion in its love scenes and thematic threading.

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Donna Let Me Take Her To The Movies

Donna and I went to another film together. Usually she brings me, whereas this time I finally brought her. After, I said, "Thank you for going out with me." We've been talking about seeing Anna Karenina and then she noticed this film was there and she was hoping to see it; since we were in Boston rather than Cambridge, specifically we were at Macy's shopping, we made this film before dark. I took Temple Street this time to vary my way and noticed there's a little bit of architecture I may not have quite noticed before.

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Hot off the press:I broke my record on the bench press

This is me at 48. I'm now fifty. I left the gym about a year and a half ago to move in with Donna and she gave me an isometric muscle toner for my 49th birthday. I have only lifted four times since, which is about once a week. What i don't quite understand is this: last night I broke my record for the bench press. When I left the gym I was lifting 200 on most of the nautilis machines. Last night I benched 230 lbs- 30 more than when I was lifting everyday. I still weigh 132 lbs. It can't be the horny goat weed. Scott Lord silent film