Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Point of Order

If Donald Trump is successful in his lawsuit against the writer who said he wasn’t a billionaire, he then, in fact, becomes a billionaire.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Poetic Memory

I'm slowly returning to my accustomed reading pace, after about 3 months of simply inching through novels. The book I just finished, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, by Milan Kundera, reminds me why this is such an important part of my life. The beauty of words is my breath more often that I can to admit.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful...I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Monday, January 23, 2006

I Got Mail Today

I am holding it.

In my hands.

It is glossy and sleek, and it is mine.

It is within a week of being set free, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry or throw up, so I am doing all three.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Another Weekend

And chock full of excitement, I tell ya!

Sleepover tonight--no sleep for most of the house, actually.

Baseball tryouts tomorrow--our lives are about to completely be at the mercy of that relentless schedule for the next 3 months.

Sean off to Asheville on Sunday--our new weekly routine, most difficult on all, but especially for him. I feel bad that he's traveling so much.

If we could just throw in a fever, a hockey game and profuse vomiting, we'd have a typical Henry weekend.

Enjoy yours.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Happy Anniversary

Yes, it's our Anniversary today. The 14th as a matter of fact.

In the past, we try to be traditionalists when it comes to our anniversary gifts. We like to creatively give the traditional material that etiquette dictates--for example, for the paper anniversary, I subscribed to the newspaper. I think he got me a curling iron for our sixth. That sort of thing. Well, the 14th is the ivory anniversary. What do you do for that?

He doesn't play the piano, nor do I want to spend hundreds on scrimshaw for whimsy. I suppose I could give him the complete Keenan Ivory Wayans DVD box set...but that's not a whole lot of fun, either. A trip to the Ivory Coast? I am really looking forward to next year when crystal is on the calendar. I ended up getting him some ivory-colored silk shirts and ties.

So instead of a traditional gift exchange, we are going to the Tampa opening of "Wicked," and dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Maybe I'll order the elephant ears.

Friday, January 06, 2006

2006 is Messy

I am a bad blogger, I realize. However the following update will also serve as an explanation, I assure you.

Of course we had a wonderful holiday. We were all spoiled, and it was a relaxing time. That controlled Christmas chaos was then replaced by noisy and messy chaos on the 26th when the kitchen demolition/remodel began.

Everything had to be taken out of the kitchen and laundry room to clear the way for the cabinet dismantle. I will spare you the sawdusty details, but suffice it to say banquet tables were lined up in every spare corner of the house (already overflowing from new Christmas gear) and the contents of the two busiest rooms in the house were piled upon them. We have paths from one table to the next. We have no kitchen sink, so no cooking, ergo take out containers and paper plates and forks are everywhere.

While I am very excited for the end product (as of today the new cabinets are installed and we now await the granite counters on Monday) I am having a hard time living in this mess. My mind just doesn't seem to work well in this amount of disarray...

But at least it distracts me from the no book news. The last update was the Library of Congress assignment--I do not believe much governmental business was conducted during the week between Christmas and New Years. I fully expect movement any minute to the presses and eventual release, but I've been saying that for a month now, and I don't believe me either. So I wait on that.

I take Amy to the doctor again shortly. This was supposed to be a well visit, but guess who is running a fever? Oh, you're so intuitive!

So I guess there are some constants in my life.