Journal: August 20. Concrete Dries. Wiring. Drinks iin Montclair

Before re-building porch,  we have to think about wiring.  I don't really need a light on the porch, but guests do like a little illumination to guide them to their cars.   There had been spotlights on the corner of the porch, and lights on the garage and most remarkably---there is a light inside the gazebo--a wire in a buried pipe connects it to the garage lights--a flip of the switch on the porch lights them all.

The wire to the gazebo seems fine, but everything else needs to be re-done.  Not just the outside wiring, but that of the entire house.  Wires now head out in many mysterious directions from a fuse box in the downstairs non-working bathroom.   Willie, the electrician and George muttered over these wires for quite some time. Fuses will be replaced with circuit breakers, the amount of circuitry--is that the right word?--will have to be increased--and new wires installed.

After all those wiring thoughts, I drove to Regina's house in Bloomfield.  She had hoped we could fit in a restaurant dinner and two(!!) movies--but worried that we wouldn't have time to make the first movie, we ended up whipping up a quick meal of left-overs --grilled vegetables, steak, tofu, corn salad that I'd brought, along with excellent green beans and bok choy from Regina's fridge. 

Regina, Liz, Kate, Michelle and Naomi

We got to the Montclair theater barely in time for the beginning of Get Low.  Robert Duvall, Bill Murray, Sissy Spacek,  about dying and regrets in the 1930/s.  what more could we want?  We were two happy movie goers.  As we were getting into Regina's car, three young women asked us if we knew where they could get a cab.  One thing led to another.   It turned out they were visiting from Chicago.  they'd come for a baby shower for a friend who had just moved here.   Kate, Liz and Michelle, each had a three year old and a one year old and a husband back in Chicago--this was their first girls' outing.  They needed a ride back to their hotel.  We offered to drive them, and they then insisted on buying us drinks.  We agreed and the five of us had a fine old time.   The waiter took this picture--it's dark and murky, but it's all I have.

After bidding our new friends good night, Regina and I returned to her house where I happily began my assigned task of catching up with this season's Mad Men episodes.