Samwiches

Peanut butter and honey sandwiches never taste as good as I remember them, when I eat them now. Which is one of many reasons I hardly ever eat them, now.

But PB & J just did not appeal to me.

Bobby used to make them for us, PB & H. And sometimes we would make our own toasted baloney-and-cheese samwiches, but not really: We would just put the bread in the toaster, and then slap on the baloney and American cheese and mustard.

: )

Tonight I watched a gorgeous, exhausting film, Touching the Void. Kind of a docudrama, I guess, as it featured a couple of guys who attempted to scale Shula Grande in Peru back in the mid-1980s, but also contained sort of a re-enactment of what they went through. Awesome film.

And midway through, I glanced through my curtains and could see the pink shadows (??) of the sun on the houses, and I had thought earlier in the evening that this might be a good night for a sunset because it was raining and clouds were swirling, so I looked toward the west, and sure enough, pure orange. So I grabbed the camera and went ... but I had missed the actual sunset by a few minutes.

But there was orange, still. And corn tassels.



And to the east, a rainbow. Too dark to photograph, but still. Both ends, too.