13 March 2025
The Devil Wears Prada. At least that was the movie last night. It had been a while since Chris or I had seen the movie so it was a good choice. It’s a 2006 film with Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, Stanley Tucci, Adrian Grenier and Simon Baker. Streep plays Miranda Priestly, the boss from hell and Hathaway plays the clueless assistant Andrea Sachs.
I normally don’t like Streep. I think she over does it sometimes, particularly with her accents but in this one, she has no accent and nails the role of a bitch boss. Stanley Tucci is outstanding as Nigel, an employee of Streep. Adrian Grenier plays the role of Hathaway’s boyfriend who feels neglected because all Hathaway’s time is taken up with pleasing Streep. It’s a great movie with laughs, tears, revenge, and a happy ending, although you never know in the end if Hathaway and Grenier get back together.
Tucker was a perfect gentleman and Chris and I managed to empty another bottle of wine. Chris swears Tucker was not hung over from the numerous treats last night. No comment on how we were.
It’s another almost perfect day in the neighborhood except for the barking dog behind my house. I don’t understand people who have a dog and leave it outside where it barks for hours to get back inside.
I seem to have a problem with barking dogs. The house behind me and east of me used to leave their dog out all night and it would whimper and bark. I called the cops on them on night and that helped for a little while and then they went back to leaving the dog outside again. One morning, I knocked on the door and handed the person who answered a sheet on how to prevent your dog from barking. Of course, they denied it was their dog but I assured them it was. They still let their dog out but it’s during the day.
Another neighbor’s dogs bark at night when their owners are away. As soon as the owners return, the dogs quit.
I trained Rocky to bark at anything that came to the door or walked in front of the house. I also trained Rocky that when I said “enough” he quit barking. It’s a simple thing but so many dog owners don’t treat their pets very well.
When I took Rocky to obedience school (passed with flying colors) the instructor told us we were not training our dogs, the instructor was training the owners. We were taught, using treats, to teach our dogs hand signals first and foremost. Only later were we to introduce verbal commands. Rocky was always pretty good at both. Consistency is the key with pets. If you are consistent with what you are doing or asking, they adapt pretty quickly.
Last night for dinner, I made my mother’s recipe (or some facsimile of it) for new potatoes. Dad would harvest new potatoes (very small ones) that you could rub the skin off. Mother would boil them in two changes of water and then mash them, add milk and flour to thicken. I loved the taste. Mine weren’t as good as hers but they weren’t bad and provided me a memory.
My 9 am get-out-of-bed time has me a little behind. It’s a good thing I don’t have anything to do today except load the dishwasher and make the bed. That means once that’s done, I eat my fruit combo and then crawl back into bed to read and nap.
Stay tuned!