The High-Kickin' Rockettes

Trekked down to the Wang Center this afternoon to take in the Radio City Music Hall show starring the Rockettes. Those ladies sure can dance. It was fun, and the Nutcracker portion was really neat. I could have done without Mr. and Mrs. Santa--all that false heartiness starts to wear quickly, but the rest of the show was entertaining, even the live nativity with honest-to-god camels and sheep. When's the last time you saw a camel on stage?

The cold weather has finally arrived. We popped into Jacob Wirth's for a bite and the German specialties disappointed. Definitely needed seasoning. Kind of blah. Oh well.

In spite of house guests and steady kitchen duty, I've ground out a few more pages. Won't finish this year, but will surely finish in January.

I am reading Measuring The World and Disco of the Dead. Wildly different except that they both take place on foreign soil.

We fed the cows today. The calves, who stayed back, have grown unbelievably large, especially the November baby. We had some old cheese pizza which proved to be a popular treat. Why does everyone but moi love pizza?

I finished The Year of Reading Proust book, and she talked about Proust very little. It was basically a memoir written during a year of reading Proust. I want to read Proust again, but my New Year's resolution will be to start baking bread. Maybe I can read Proust while waiting for the bread to rise. Or I can finish the novel, lose 15 pounds before the class reunion or do any number of things.

The old year passeth. I got a small royalty check today, and tied for third in a short fiction contest. Not bad, not bad. Celebrate every writing achievement, even the form letter replies to the queries. Well, not those. They come under the sucking it up heading. Maybe 2007 will see less of that, do you suppose?

Hopefully,

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