Saturday, June 21

The weekend started off with a garage sale, at which we were able to yield $18.00. It wasn't my idea. Our house is difficult to find. Our fine merchandise was mostly marked at rock-bottom prices, and our highest-priced item was a coat tree for $5. Nobody bought it. We sold one cup of lemonade but we forgot to charge for it. A fun day. The garage sale was blanketed between a trip to the farmer's market, where we purchased cheese, coffee and lettuce, and the arts/music river festival, where the weather was perfect and the arts/music was the same as ever, but did make me glad to live where I live. The day ended by watching The Love Guru, which was as bad as the reviewers said it is. I can sum it up with one description: one-dimensional. The characters were all one-dimensional, as was the plot. There were two one-dimensional plots: guru wanted to be on Oprah and be the number-one guru in the world; and he was hired to make a husband and wife get back together. Those plots were strung together by one-dimensional jokes that kept centering on stuff that really wasn't funny. Comments coming out of the theater included "weird," "bad," and "not that funny."