Did some yardwork this morning, which was alarmingly productive for a Saturday morning. But rendered most of the rest of the day quite non-productive. See here for a concise takedown of summer in NC. Spent much of the afternoon researching Savannah, where Sarah and I will be spending a few days on our way back from Mt Dora.
Did go out for some shopping and racked up another knock on my shopping karma. Got charged the single beer price for an entire sixpack. Y'know, I thought the total seemed low. But I didn't check until I was in the parking lot. A better man would have gone back into the store and corrected the undercharge. I think it's clear by now that I am not that man.
Finished up the day watching Oh Brother Where Art Thou? I think it might help to have read the Odyssey and know a bit of Southern and blues history. The movie works on its own terms (and explains most of its references), but not everyone is gonna start laughing as soon as the (soon to be) Soggy Bottom Boys' car comes driving up to that crossroads. I was also struck by how much Clooney's character reminded me of H.I. McDonough. Actually he's something of a cross between Nic Cage in Raising Arizona and Clark Gable in It Happened One Night. And the big KKK production number is as jaw-dropping in its own way as "Springtime for Hitler."