Yikes! More snow tomorrow. We're going to a performance of the Seagull, done in punk modern dress with non-Chekov type sets. Rave review in the Boston Globe, so it should be interesting.
My desk is again organized and filing in done. Why did this seem to take all week? My robot Gafftopsail Catfish is swimming along and is awaiting more adventures. I must be very weird to write such a strange story.
And now an agent wants to read Festival Madness, just when I was making a major change to the beginning which will need some retrofitting in the middle. What to do? Too many things going on at once.
And Tuesday is the Inauguration. So exciting. So cold. So crazy. Well, I must confess I have nothing to wear to the ball. As a young woman, I always had several winter formal dresses and a selection of summer ones. La di dah! How times have changed. I still have the long opera gloves, white leather, yet. Once I had silk designer shoes, so lovely. Roger Vivier, I think. Hardly even wore them--worth a fortune now as vintage. The shoe in the photo sells for $600. Do I ever wish I had hung onto those shoes.
We have been suffering from a deep cold spell, and will suffer even more when the heating bill comes. Yikes! I could pawn the shoes if i had them.
May I recommend wool socks? I bought two pair at Clarks Shoe in October. At the time, it seemed a somewhat frivolous purchase, but those suckers are soft and warm and machine washable in cold water and I just dry them on the towel rack. Worth every penny. How did I graduate from ball gowns and Roger Vivier to wool socks? It just happened.
Mexican chicken tonight, with refried beans and fried corn tortillas. Tasty. I am reading an Easy Rawlins mystery and Hallie Ephron's 1001 Books for Every Mood. Drooling over the books. Lots of new ones.
Onward, through the frigid air. Ezra Pound said it best:
My desk is again organized and filing in done. Why did this seem to take all week? My robot Gafftopsail Catfish is swimming along and is awaiting more adventures. I must be very weird to write such a strange story.
And now an agent wants to read Festival Madness, just when I was making a major change to the beginning which will need some retrofitting in the middle. What to do? Too many things going on at once.
And Tuesday is the Inauguration. So exciting. So cold. So crazy. Well, I must confess I have nothing to wear to the ball. As a young woman, I always had several winter formal dresses and a selection of summer ones. La di dah! How times have changed. I still have the long opera gloves, white leather, yet. Once I had silk designer shoes, so lovely. Roger Vivier, I think. Hardly even wore them--worth a fortune now as vintage. The shoe in the photo sells for $600. Do I ever wish I had hung onto those shoes.
We have been suffering from a deep cold spell, and will suffer even more when the heating bill comes. Yikes! I could pawn the shoes if i had them.
May I recommend wool socks? I bought two pair at Clarks Shoe in October. At the time, it seemed a somewhat frivolous purchase, but those suckers are soft and warm and machine washable in cold water and I just dry them on the towel rack. Worth every penny. How did I graduate from ball gowns and Roger Vivier to wool socks? It just happened.
Mexican chicken tonight, with refried beans and fried corn tortillas. Tasty. I am reading an Easy Rawlins mystery and Hallie Ephron's 1001 Books for Every Mood. Drooling over the books. Lots of new ones.
Onward, through the frigid air. Ezra Pound said it best:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth live
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am,
Goddamm.
So 'gainst the winter's balm
Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm
Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm,
DAMM.
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