I don’t like bananas by themselves. When I’m at a loss for something that will look like a lot to eat while not cutting heavily into the carb allowance for the day, I will mash one with some peanut butter. Shall We Dance is a good popcorn movie, but I can’t have popcorn due to the temporary filling. After the walk, I needed a little something.

I don’t ask much of a movie most of the time. If it distracts, is somewhat entertaining, and has pretty people, I’ll watch it. Since I didn’t see the original, I couldn’t compare. The only other movies I’ve seen J-Lo in were Anaconda (don’t ask), and Out of Sight. I really can’t recall much of Anaconda except for the Jon Voight parts, and Out of Sight had George Clooney taking a bath by candlelight by himself (I think), and that famous car trunk scene.

But I digress. To really qualify as an Elvis Lite, I would need to mash the banana and peanut butter, then figure out how to fry it without using bread.

A bag of oranges turned out to be mostly dry. I’ve been lobbing them at the squirrels who dig holes and otherwise disrupt my flowerpots. Imagine my surprise to find these oranges neatly eaten overnight, with only the peel left in one piece. Night vision goggles are what I need. I suspect the large mammals are back, the ones that bump into things. On the one hand, I want to see, on the other, maybe it’s best that I don’t see.

Cloudy and cold. When we walk my friend’s route, we have to cross a very busy intersection twice. At times it seems the cars will turn against the light, and right into us. There are fewer sidewalks, which makes it hazardous, and parts of the route are minus streetlights.

At night, the magnolia seed pods, those my kids used to call ‘poofer cones’, look enough like mice to make me stop.

No one in the family likes Richard Gere but me, but then they’re all guys. Something tells me this movie is safe to watch during dinner. As in, no hideously gruesome killing at the beginning.

It was this or I, Robot, or Around the Bend. Might wait and watch the Walken movie when the boys are home, diehard fans that they are.

There’s more than just produce at the farmers market. At this corner, soft moans are often heard. Next time, I’ll ask if I can lift the display doors. And no, I did not buy any of these.

Bought some of these.

Bought some of these.

Is not normal sleep. I wake feeling dopey, throat sore, nose dried out. But I stopped sneezing. I dreamed a night walk swatting cockroaches with a fly swatter, even going after the dead ones. Those roaches at the top of certain web pages are to blame.

Include Lucky by Alice Sebold and A Slender Thread by Diane Ackerman. I’m not sure I will stay with either one, both being seriously depressing.