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Tonight I took a break from my endless reading for the "Colonialism" class... reading about sugar. Lots of fun to read about sugar, the day before Valentine's Day (read: chocolate day), too. So I took a break and I was knitting the scrambled egg scarf and I put on the tv and my dad came in. It was about 2 in the morning so I guess he couldn't sleep. The tv was on AMC and he said "That's 'Bride of Frankenstein'" and I remembered we used to watch it when I was little, probably no more than 2 or 3. One of my earliest memories is watching that with him, especially the Hermit part. (He was "Papa" then and I kept having the urge to call him that as we watched the movie.) So he sat on the couch and I covered him with an afghan and we watched it. When it got to the Hermit part I said, "Oh, no" and I had to put down the scrambled egg scarf and we watched it together, and cried together and held hands.

It was lovely, lovely, lovely and horribly sad, too.

And did you know, the original book (which, I gather, has little to do with the movies) was written by a TEENAGED GIRL! Astonishing!

(What do I mean, "do you know"? Does WHO know? Of course *I* know, I just said it! Just who exactly am I talking to? Is this what I sound like when I talk to myself? Asking lots of questions? Yes, this is it! This is what I sound like in my head! Oh, jolly good!!)

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