THE CROWN

At the theatre: "The drama continued.  He saw it all in the distance, going on somewhere; he did not know where, but it seemed far away inside him.  He was Clara's white heavy arms, her throat, her moving bosom.  That seemed to be himself.  Then away somewhere the play went on, and he was identified with that also.  There was no himself.  The grey and black eyes of Clara, her bosom coming down on him, her arm that he held gripped between his hands, were all that existed.  Then he felt himself small and helpless, her towering in her force above him"--Sons and Lovers

We've started watching the royal drama The Crown on Netflix.  It's a handsome production and pretty believable. (The Duke of Windsor privately referred to Elizabeth II as "Shirley Temple"!)

Saturday afternoon I saw some more spy shows with Dawna: The Man From UNCLE, Mission: Impossible and Get Smart. (The last was one of my favorite shows when I was young, though I have to admit such '60s comedies were rather sexist.)

I was going to watch the meteor shower in Christie Pits with Miriam's group Saturday night, but the webpage said we'd meet at the Black Rock Cafe at 997 Bloor St. West and when I got there it turned out the address was wrong!  I went home and it turned out that the address was 977 Bloor St. West.  So I went there but couldn't find the rest of the group.

Last night Miriam and I were going to see West Side Story at Christie Pits' outdoor screening and then go out for Korean soup again.  But she wasn't really up to the movie, so we went straight to the soup.