Book Report

I've been reading the most boring books lately. Right now, I 'm slogging my way through a history of the Italian campaigns against Austria during World War I. I love all things about Italy--the food, the style, the language--but this book is literally Too Much Information and will in no way contribute to my appreciation of Marcella's sublime eggplant parmigiana. The only thing that reading this book confirms is that Italian politics are totally fucked up and have been so way before Berlusconi!

What I need is a return to a big fat classic with lots of interesting characters and a story that you never want to end. I'm contemplating a Dickens novel or maybe middle period Henry James or, here's a thought, going for the gold and rereading Middlemarch for the third time.

At Last

Three straight days of sunshine. I even got to hang my laundry!

WTF?!

It's freezing outside, the wind is howling and just in case we misssed anything it's pouring too. But I am snug as a bug in a rug in front of a roaring fire. (Did you know that I am famous for my one match infernos?) What could be better than toasting my feet on the hearth, a glass of wine in hand, a fat book on my lap, some mellow tunes in the background. Except that's it's fucking July 7th, summertime, goddammit.

At Last

I feel like a snake that that has crawled out of its hole after a long winter of hibernation. I am sitting on the deck all alone reveling in the feel of the sun on my face. At last, we are experiencing a quintessential Maine day--brilliant sun, white clouds scudding across the sky. I don't want to move from this spot.

The Real Reality

Let's call a spade, a spade. This weather sucks. It's grey, it's wet, we will never see the sun, the moon or the stars. We are being punished for our sins, for not electing Al Gore, for allowing George Bush to be president. We are all suffering from SAD, seasonal affective disease. We will never see a fresh tomato.

Would You Believe I've Been Married to This Man for 40 Years!

Let’s face it: It never should have lasted. We decided to get married after a week; we got officially engaged after a month; and we were married just six weeks later.
Who knows what we were thinking.

After 40 years, I still can't figure it out. Maybe that's the secret.

Quote of the Day

From Gail Collins' op ed piece in today's NYT:

". . .perhaps it is time to rethink the idea of constantly electing middle-aged heterosexual men to positions of high importance."

Read the whole column here.