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I just remembered one thing I had wanted to post about. I kind of wanted to do it justice and not put it in with another post, but I suspect that if I don't just write something down, whether it does things justice or not, I'm going to forget my whole life.
LooksToAlaska/Caw phoned on Saturday - Eor was on with her when I walked in the door from Rockland - and we had a nice loooong conversation, almost like the old days. :) She made me laugh so hard with tales of how soap-phobic the other people in her building are; she won't take the elevator, she dashes up the stairs with her shirt collar pulled up over her face. "Everyone in my building is like the people who hang out at Portland Public Library!" (Homeless, getting warm.) I opined that if she was going to have to live in that kind of situation she might as well have never left Portland.
There, see? Told you I couldn't do it justice.
I've finally started reading "Skipping Christmas," by John Grisham, which is the other of our two Christmas books for the book club. I'm only on page six and I'm already annoyed. The guy steps in a puddle as he gets out of the car, and before he gets into the store the sock is frozen to his ankle. I guess I can't say this is completely impossible, but I've got to say, from a lifetime of dealing with cold weather, that it seems highly unlikely. Unlikely to the point where if I were Spock or Data I'd be quoting some powerful odds against it. I hope his thrillers are better thought out.
Actually, though, I was annoyed before that. His writing is just bleh. Put one word in front of the last with very little thought to how they interact. They're sending their daughter off to do some sort of Peace Corp type stuff: "Her assignment was eastern Peru, where she would teach primitive little children to read. She would live in a lean-to with no plumbing, no electricity and no phone, and she was anxious to begin her journey." Am I supposed to understand from this that she is particularly looking forward to not having a phone? (I'm just a spoiled brat, aren't I? Picky, picky, picky.)
My co-worker, G.K., surprised me with a small Christmas gift and card with money in it, yesterday. Eor and I had given her and her husband, N., some sanders a while back - left over from when we were working on the house in NH, and surplus, now - and she says N. sold them on e-bay, so she just wanted to make the process of giving us our cut of the profits a little more fun. :)
My co-worker, A.McL., accompanied me over to Borders last night - she has an impressive memory for authors and composers! She reminded me about the existence of Philip Glass, who I'd forgotten about. We also located the bellydance music. :) Borders has the coolest little gizmos where you can scan the CD and it'll identify it and allow you to play a track off it. I don't think it's necessarily the track you want to hear, but it gives you some idea of the sound if you have none. It was hard for me to drag myself away so quickly, I was having too much fun. But I really needed to - I knew I needed to walk away from the bellydance CDs before I got caught into listening to them all. As it was Eor and I went to bed an hour later than we should have. (A. somehow survives on like 6 hours sleep a night, and doesn't seem to mind that at all - I wish I could do that. Two days of that and I'm getting crabby.)
LooksToAlaska/Caw phoned on Saturday - Eor was on with her when I walked in the door from Rockland - and we had a nice loooong conversation, almost like the old days. :) She made me laugh so hard with tales of how soap-phobic the other people in her building are; she won't take the elevator, she dashes up the stairs with her shirt collar pulled up over her face. "Everyone in my building is like the people who hang out at Portland Public Library!" (Homeless, getting warm.) I opined that if she was going to have to live in that kind of situation she might as well have never left Portland.
There, see? Told you I couldn't do it justice.
I've finally started reading "Skipping Christmas," by John Grisham, which is the other of our two Christmas books for the book club. I'm only on page six and I'm already annoyed. The guy steps in a puddle as he gets out of the car, and before he gets into the store the sock is frozen to his ankle. I guess I can't say this is completely impossible, but I've got to say, from a lifetime of dealing with cold weather, that it seems highly unlikely. Unlikely to the point where if I were Spock or Data I'd be quoting some powerful odds against it. I hope his thrillers are better thought out.
Actually, though, I was annoyed before that. His writing is just bleh. Put one word in front of the last with very little thought to how they interact. They're sending their daughter off to do some sort of Peace Corp type stuff: "Her assignment was eastern Peru, where she would teach primitive little children to read. She would live in a lean-to with no plumbing, no electricity and no phone, and she was anxious to begin her journey." Am I supposed to understand from this that she is particularly looking forward to not having a phone? (I'm just a spoiled brat, aren't I? Picky, picky, picky.)
My co-worker, G.K., surprised me with a small Christmas gift and card with money in it, yesterday. Eor and I had given her and her husband, N., some sanders a while back - left over from when we were working on the house in NH, and surplus, now - and she says N. sold them on e-bay, so she just wanted to make the process of giving us our cut of the profits a little more fun. :)
My co-worker, A.McL., accompanied me over to Borders last night - she has an impressive memory for authors and composers! She reminded me about the existence of Philip Glass, who I'd forgotten about. We also located the bellydance music. :) Borders has the coolest little gizmos where you can scan the CD and it'll identify it and allow you to play a track off it. I don't think it's necessarily the track you want to hear, but it gives you some idea of the sound if you have none. It was hard for me to drag myself away so quickly, I was having too much fun. But I really needed to - I knew I needed to walk away from the bellydance CDs before I got caught into listening to them all. As it was Eor and I went to bed an hour later than we should have. (A. somehow survives on like 6 hours sleep a night, and doesn't seem to mind that at all - I wish I could do that. Two days of that and I'm getting crabby.)