Oy, go on one trip for almost a week (more like a weekend that becomes a week), come home for two days, and leave for another weekend before we've fairly gotten over the first. My idealized view of the condo we'd be staying in at Smith Mountain Lake (no proper bedroom and cobwebs and spiders!), Virginia did not come true, though driving the curvy narrow road in the Blue Ridge Mountans was fun, as was swimming in the lake. I wish we had some clean freshwater swimming around here but it's all salty and brown, gross, and I don't like pools with their chlorine and hard bottoms, you miss the exfoliating sand at the beach. But one, especially being me, must remember to put sunscreen on one's forehead and then reapply while out.

In between trips, as I had finished re-reading Little Women, I watched the video I got (1949) and another version we already had (1933). They were practically the same script, granted it's the same book, but they used the same changes to the plot. They were both from MGM and almost from the same producer (or is that the same thing?). The new one from 1994 had some of the same changes, but also took more little pieces from the book and Alcott's life, making it even more of a biography.