It’s Monday, all right. My computer insists that “loading” is too much to ask of it this morning. When I looked in the mirror… hello! Dilbert’s ALICE was staring back at me. Bad hair day! If you can’t place Alice in your mind, then imagine that I slept with my head in a pool ball rack.
The schools are closed, so there will be the usual guffawing by those from colder climes who can’t believe that a city can be paralyzed by a little precipitation. Although I, too, drove in the Midwestern snows without incident, I wouldn’t be able to get out of my driveway today even if I needed to take my winning lottery ticket in to be validated by 10 AM.
Luckily, I don’t have a winning lottery ticket.
When the newspaper carrier tossed out our paper, it slid all the way down the driveway to the back gate. Fortunately, I was able to retrieve it without doing the same.
We had ample warning of the storm, so while the rest of the populace was rushing to the store for bread and milk, this former Girl Scout stocked up on yarn, books, and wine.
Speaking of books, Dearly Beloved is rediscovering the pleasures of reading simply for enjoyment now that he’s retired. Browsing in bookstores or library doesn’t have the same appeal to him as it does for me, so occasionally I pick up a book I think he’d enjoy. I find him somewhat mystified and myself foolishly delighted when I find one that he relishes. (“How did you know I’d like that?“)
My most recent find is one he enjoyed so much that he recommended it to our kids and their spouses. That’s a first. His absorption was such that I am curious to read it, too. The book, The Opposite Field, is a memoir by Jesse Katz, a two-time Pulitzer Prize winner. The book jacket proclaims it to be “…an epic book, a funny book, a sexy book, a rapturously evocative and achingly poignant book. Above all it is true, in that it happened, but also in a way that transcends mere facts and cuts to the quick of what it means to be alive.”
You could keep it in mind for Father’s Day, but then again, Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.
Looks like DB will be getting a knitted cap. I’ll try to make it epic and sexy. What do I want? I think I’ll take No. 15 on this wish list. An entire day of being able to go to the bathroom without having to respond to “Are you in there?” Be still, my heart!