Grandpa Herbert, Caroline, and I went to see the 1:30 matinee showing of The Aviator with Leonardo DiCaprio as Howard Hughes. Before taking off for the movies, we dragged everything we would need to make poha for Mom. She liked it but thought it was too dry; maybe some mango chutney would improve what she suggested. The film was okay, but the heavy focus on Howard Hughes’ obsessive-compulsive disorder distracted from his accomplishments a little too much for my liking; as a matter of fact, this could have been a film about anyone with mental instability. Before leaving Mom’s, we stopped downstairs to say hi to Aunt Eleanor, who is still recovering from hernia surgery from earlier in the week. Even in recuperation with a bit of congestion, she is the sweetest old lady I have ever known. If only everyone could have a touch of her good-natured demeanor, the world would be a much nicer place.