best freudian slips of the tongue yesterday:  it was hot, we were milling about the house, preparing to leave to go do laundry, i was frustrated with trying to stay cool and joked, "be careful i could go off at any sexton!" ... meant "second."  then i said, "that's weird, today when i was writing my journal artery..." ... meant "entry."  finally, gave up on talking for a few seconds.  it is my theory that one freudian slip in a row is cute, two is a mini-stroke or t.i.a., and if you continue to talk and slip a third time, you are having a cerebrovascular accident. i say this only because, well ... it's true.

movie that repaired our brain and made us feel less insane after watching "the hulk:"  "the talented mr. ripley." this movie has been out and about for sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long, and yet neither of us had seen it.  we both enjoyed the psychological thriller plot twists, very, very, very much.  'twas the movie worth staying up late to watch before it was past due for return. 

the logistics (and quite actually fun!) of finally doing the laundry:  there were lots and lots of towels and one white terry cloth bathroom (stolen from a hotel last year ... everyone has one of those ... which you feel is so "naughty" but if you check your debit card/hotel receipt, the price of the robe was deducted), socks, shorts and t-shirts.  no clothes under a female size 10 or male 36.  somehow, a winter headband was in the mix, which was funny because the current temperature outside was still well over 90.  however, we found a nicer laundromat on the other side of town that was cool in contrast to the beastly hot nature of all the machines.  it took three washers x 1.25, a liberal amount of soap, bleach and intermittent use of the stain spray on some of our hiking duds.   while the new laundromat is slightly more comfortable, temperature-wise, it still sported hard back chairs, limited reading material and was blasting cruddy music.  we would have gone broke on the snack machines.  instead we trekked to the mcdonald's for healthy fare and refillable fountain drinks, books under our arms, sexton bio and electronics, respectively.  for some reason the mcdonalds was playing amazingly good music.  a quick break in our air-conditioned/unlimited fountain drink/good music/comfy booths for reading was necessary to put clothes into the dryers x2 at 1.25 a crack ... which afforded us another 50 minutes of reading time. later, folding laundry, we treated it as an anthropological/archeological event seeing what we could discover about ourselves and our habits now that we are a slightly less encumbered couple with all the children gone for the summer, most permanently, the youngest temporarily. we came to the conclusion that terry was the bulk of it, our clothes are that of minimalists we lost some socks and our new stain spray, while dollar-discount, packed the appropriate punch. 

books that are currently stacked next to the porcelain throne in our second library:  how to paint and draw (cute little pocket paperback refresher book circa 1955, fits in the palm of your hand, reminds you where art comes from ... inside all of us ... with beautiful language and reminders on creating and technique), selected poems ii by atwood, pet nutrition, great walks, national geographic, nov 2002, nothing that meets the eye  by highsmith.

quote from our hiking and guidemap for today:  ..."some steep,  but not precipitous climbs."

what our medical records will say at the emergency room:  ... "fell down some steep hills which should not have been precipitous climbs"  all kidding aside, at one point in the trail ... about midway ... we have the opportunity to climb 192 feet into the air, after already having hiked to the highest point on the trail, and it is at that point that we are to imagine the original glacier which 10,000 years ago was 1000+ feet thick and stretched high above our heads, far and wide!

obituary news:  sexton died again, last evening, very near midnight.