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Finally got a note to my Dad written at work, yesterday. Of course I have no more stamps. :) But I'm going to the Post Office, because I have to mail out these packages, so I'll get some.
I was told again yesterday that I make very good tea. I'm always so delighted with this compliment. Possibly because I share my tea very rarely and so only hear this about once every three years. :)
Anyone have any use for one of those sweat band things you tie around your head? It's white with some Chinese character on it, I have no idea what it's supposed to say (or what it really says). It came in the Jackie Chan boxed movie set and has been kicking around in my desk drawer for a long while. I always run across it when I'm looking for other things - in this case, mailing labels. Where the hell do they go? I found some little ones which were getting old and needed to be used up, so I didn't feel quite so bad about using a ton of them to cover up all the previous mailing information on the top of the package.
One of my co-workers happened upon an advance reader copy of a Jonathan Lethem book, "You Don't Love Me Yet," and since she can't sell it because it's an advance reader copy she lent it to me. I've liked every Jonathan Lethem book I've read before - which is two - but this one (although I've read quite a bit of it this morning) I have my reservations about. The writing is good (of course there are typos that haven't been corrected because this isn't the finished book), but this mysterious guy who is supposed to be so attractive to the female protagonist just doesn't catch me. She finds him fascinating and to me it's simply unaccountable. She has to listen to him at first because she works on this complaint line and he keeps calling, but after a while she's staying after hours at work just to listen to him. And all I can think is how much he seems to be just like a hundred other guys I've met, all of whom thought they were somehow daring and poetical and raw and unusual. Well, we shall see. Lethem usually surprises me at some point.
I was told again yesterday that I make very good tea. I'm always so delighted with this compliment. Possibly because I share my tea very rarely and so only hear this about once every three years. :)
Anyone have any use for one of those sweat band things you tie around your head? It's white with some Chinese character on it, I have no idea what it's supposed to say (or what it really says). It came in the Jackie Chan boxed movie set and has been kicking around in my desk drawer for a long while. I always run across it when I'm looking for other things - in this case, mailing labels. Where the hell do they go? I found some little ones which were getting old and needed to be used up, so I didn't feel quite so bad about using a ton of them to cover up all the previous mailing information on the top of the package.
One of my co-workers happened upon an advance reader copy of a Jonathan Lethem book, "You Don't Love Me Yet," and since she can't sell it because it's an advance reader copy she lent it to me. I've liked every Jonathan Lethem book I've read before - which is two - but this one (although I've read quite a bit of it this morning) I have my reservations about. The writing is good (of course there are typos that haven't been corrected because this isn't the finished book), but this mysterious guy who is supposed to be so attractive to the female protagonist just doesn't catch me. She finds him fascinating and to me it's simply unaccountable. She has to listen to him at first because she works on this complaint line and he keeps calling, but after a while she's staying after hours at work just to listen to him. And all I can think is how much he seems to be just like a hundred other guys I've met, all of whom thought they were somehow daring and poetical and raw and unusual. Well, we shall see. Lethem usually surprises me at some point.