Right ticket, wrong house, movies still to be seen.....

 It's cold again - It might be in the mid-60s(F) but it sure as hell feels lower than that - at least my hands tell me I'm cold, cold enough to even think of not playing piano today.......I played but my hands are still cold.

Yesterday, before class, I walked past the street musician on the south side of the street, in back of the street market.  Then, prior to class, I sat in the sun, at the end of our cliffside view of the Pacific.......if you enlarge that view, you'll also see a squirrel, sunning him/herself.

Lunch was at my old 'standby', Barney's Beanery, where, if you know how they work it, you can get a whole lot more by actually reading the menu and choosing what is included and what they'll tag on an additional charge.   Good double burger with hash browns for a very reasonable price......and the seating on a day that few really want to come out as it started out sunny but got worse, is comfortable and conducive to  a long lunch over food with an ebook reader.

And then to the Laemmle Monica 7 where I asked the ticket seller which she would choose:  a few hours of Academy nominated shorts and animation or Sirat.  She chose Sirat.  I purchased a ticket for Sirat.....and she then told me the wrong house to enter- wrong venue - I saw Wuthering Heights, an art house movie with box office stars; a film that would have been understandable had they cut out an additional half hour.........not such is life...not que sera....but in this case:  que sirat, sirat......