not tea cozy or pea and cozy, but PEE and cozy. it is how a friend of mine here referred to her choice of pre-schools for her 4 -year old daughter. she could take her to the nice clean modern school where the headmistress was too busy to care, or to the old crumbling small one that smells of archeological pee but where the cool headmaster had hired two artists in residence to work with the children, and where daily outdoors exercise is the norm. so the choice was between clean and dry or pee and cozy.
i voted for pee & cozy. handsdown.
if you haven’t checked http://www.shelfari.com out yet, please do. well, if you care about books and reading, bc that is all it is about. fundamentally, it’s a virtual bookshelf, but it also is a great resource for connecting with long lost reading group friends, or for finding more books you want to read. it is the book rat’s network site, and i love it. unfortunately i can’t link my shelf to wordpress – if you are on blogster i think it works, but you can download the application to your facebook profile and share the love that way.
essentially – all i have done since the last post is catch up on the 21st century – i was urged to join facebook by two friends on the same day, and i finally did, and i have to say, it IS pretty cool. i have spent countless hours finding old friends, updating my profile, uploading pictures for said friends to see. they in turn have posted hilarious youtube videos on my “fun wall”, lead me to an application that automatically adds new silly comic strips to my profile every day, and told me about shelfari, which has taken over my life because i won’t rest till all the books i have ever read, and i mean ALL THE BOOKS have been duly lined up on my shelf.
claire would have loved this thing – it would have appealed to her sense of order and given her a nice platform to subtly indulge in her intellectual snobbery. pity.
not as in “get lost”, but as in losing your way. this is not a metaphor for my life, since i have been feeling oddly on track, but the reality of a walk her highness’ and i took today. we were rather confident as we started on the trails, even met up with a posse of pasty looking lager louts trying to hide the joint they were sharing, and since the park is right by the landing strip it is hardly in the middle of nowhere and yet… when the trail is largely covered with leaves, it is easy to lose it. and one tree does look a lot like the other. it was all fine and we were never very far from the parking lot as it turns out (yes, we are complete losers) but for that minute we felt lost, and her highness looked at me with a look that can only be translated as “what now?”, i didn’t really mind. the moss on the trees looked very soft, the sounds of roads and cars absent. I could hear scurrying under the leaves, the trickle of water somewhere, leaves and branches falling and bending, the warm breath of her highness on the back of my knees, and the consideration, imagining the possibility that we might, in some other life, really be lost . it was absolute perfection, for one small minute.
she is lying on her side, her big belly flopped and her ears flipped back. she is rewarding herself with sleep. i will reward us with another walk tomorrow. maybe we will get lost again.
After almost 2 weeks away, total number of dead mice in traps was 4. I am told this is no big deal, and I should just have used a plastic bag to grab the traps. Or swept them into a paper bag. NO way. Any contact with the petrified corpses is inconceivable, and I have decided that I would rather have them scurrying around the house than find them stiff and dead in the kitchen. The lovely PB was summoned upon his return from the airport this morning to dispose of the casualties before going to the office.
Now that her highness is back, she will surely keep the mice under control. Not that dogs are reputable mice chasers, but surely she will do a good job of giving the mice pause before entering.
The things is, when you live in a field, when your house is an intruder in a field, you wage a daily battle to keep the wild things out. And when you leave for warmer climes for 2 weeks, and leave the mice watcher at a cushy kennel where the biggest challenge she faces is figuring how to get into the cat food, the mice come back.
It’s all par for the course though, since the trip was well worth it! A fabulous conference (yes – it can happen), a grand dinner party, reunions galore with life-long friends and their precocious and wonderfully social and well-behaved kids. I even won some money at dominos, or maybe it was liar’s poker. Either way, I won at a game I hadn’t played in years at an old restaurant/hall surrounded by serious looking older men playing serious domino, hipster youths coming out of art class, and a lot of tequila bottles. If I hadn’t been there myself I’d say it was a scene from a movie…
tequila y jugadores
what do you think? i tried to upload the picture into the entry, but it is too big, and i still don’t know how to minimize the size of my pictures. help, please, anyone?
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