I've been so flakey

Just drifting in and out on the tides of reality. Another long, lazy weekend. We saw "Sherlock Holmes" this weekend. Yay! Not Basil Rathbone - a younger, sexier, more virile Holmes. Bare-chested in the boxing ring with lots of nice meaty muscle. And a wickedly brilliant mind.

Watson is wonderfully developed and clearly a partner, rather than a stooge, and no slack at fisticuffs himself. The villain is suitably villainous - arrogant, handsome, powerful and evil. Irene Adler was a bit of a disappointment, but oh, well. The center of the story is the relationship between Holmes and Watson. Irene was really quite peripheral.

I was so tickled to get extra entries for the inner super-hero. It does seem that something to carry everything we need is a desireable accessory for all of us. I don't have a cabana, so a cabana boy would be useless to me, but a Regency era page to carry my gloves and fan and knitting and books and a change of shoes and aspirins and back-up knitting and snacks and water bottle and . . . Can you see the youth in pale blue satin knee-breeches and curled powdered wig with a knapsack and a couple of over-flowing market baskets? "Page, where are my smelling salts? I feel a megrim coming on."

Hope the first Monday of the new decade goes well for you!