Message 968

I forgot to mention in yesterday’s message that on Friday I felt well enough to write some more on my memoirs for the first time in several weeks. I mentioned in Thursday’s message the Vanessa and I swapped cars so that she could drive more kids to Chinatown in San Francisco on their field trip. When I got home I parked her van in the outside parking lot here at Menlo Commons about noon. She had planned to be back from the field trip and to come here to swap cars about 1 PM, but she was delayed, so we arranged to meet at Starbucks to swap Saturday morning. When I went out to go to Starbucks I found that the driver-side window had been smashed, with shattered glass on the driver’s seat and on the floor plus on the outside of the car in the parking lot. So far as I could see, nothing was missing, but she discovered later that they had stolen her GPS device out of the glove box. I called the Menlo Park police, but was told that there was nothing they could do if we did not have the serial number of the device, which we didn’t have. Anyway, in the afternoon I swept up the glass from the parking lot.

Yesterday I reading half of The Economist. I also watched a DVD of the 1993 movie The Vanishing, in which Jeff Bridges plays a a psychopathic kidnapper and murderer. I considered it too bizarre to be taken seriously. I give it 2.2 stars. In the evening I watched the PBS Saturday night movie Charade, with Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant. Audrey Hepburn was delightful to watch, as always, but the movie was mostly a silly farce, so I give it only 2.5 stars.