Monday, February 26, 2007
It's Brad's birthday which is a sort-of birthday.
But I called to tell him I'm making the dinner of his choice and now I need to run out and find a non-birthday birthday cake. And a card. And a small gift. He'll get to experience a small birthday and I'll bet he likes it fine.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Pizza, soup and a book on 39th Street
Okay, so Brad and I go out to dinner last night. Well, more like walk a block to d'Bronx for pizza and soup, which was good enough. And then to Prospero's for a used book store night. Browse, select, sit down to read until they close at 10:30 or so.
Got "The Dubliners" by Joyce which I'm surprised I haven't read by now. But being as I stayed in the same hotel that he wrote some stuff at, I thought, maybe it's time. And a few other books, too. (Why do I buy three books to Brad's one when he reads three books to my one? Security, I suppose.) Came home and read some of Don't Sweat the Small Stuff at Work, which, for me would be more like DSSS at Your Home Office but, hey, I'm trying to get better. To paraphrase Mary K. Blige, "I'm reading everything I can to be a kinder better person."
But after I got exhausted reading about how to look at the bright side of things, I picked up the book my Uncle-Uncle Dal(las) gave my Uncle Tad that I retrieved from being thrown out when he died. (I can't remember the title.) I'm reading it because I want to have read something Uncle Dal read and liked enough to share, and because it's set on Lake Coeur d'Alene in Idaho. Which if you know anything about me, would remind you, that is where my mother and my niece both went to camp. That being ironical -- I have photos from both eras.
After some hard apple cidar that was actually darn good, and a relaxing read-while-I-massage-your feet footrub from the Bradster, I hit the sack and watched some indulgence-TV, and called it a night.
Got "The Dubliners" by Joyce which I'm surprised I haven't read by now. But being as I stayed in the same hotel that he wrote some stuff at, I thought, maybe it's time. And a few other books, too. (Why do I buy three books to Brad's one when he reads three books to my one? Security, I suppose.) Came home and read some of Don't Sweat the Small Stuff at Work, which, for me would be more like DSSS at Your Home Office but, hey, I'm trying to get better. To paraphrase Mary K. Blige, "I'm reading everything I can to be a kinder better person."
But after I got exhausted reading about how to look at the bright side of things, I picked up the book my Uncle-Uncle Dal(las) gave my Uncle Tad that I retrieved from being thrown out when he died. (I can't remember the title.) I'm reading it because I want to have read something Uncle Dal read and liked enough to share, and because it's set on Lake Coeur d'Alene in Idaho. Which if you know anything about me, would remind you, that is where my mother and my niece both went to camp. That being ironical -- I have photos from both eras.
After some hard apple cidar that was actually darn good, and a relaxing read-while-I-massage-your feet footrub from the Bradster, I hit the sack and watched some indulgence-TV, and called it a night.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Saturday, February 3, 2007
One of the best games ever.
Meredith hit the boards on the first attempt. But then she has 20-year-old fingers.
Spell Or Die...
http://cognitivelabs.com/word_shoot.htm
Spell Or Die...
http://cognitivelabs.com/word_shoot.htm
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