Steph is too tired, and the bug that made Susie feel crummy came back for an encore this morning, so I’m at Panera across from Our Lady of Peace Church, eating a bagel, drinking a small river of Diet Pepsi, and blogging before I head over to First UU for church. I’m here alone today.
I barely left the house yesterday because Steph and I gave the living and dining rooms a long overdue cleaning and rehab. One of the benefits was that we found Clara, the smallest of the nested wooden Russian dolls a friend of mine sent Susie from Moscow several years ago. (Susie named the outermost one Mrs. Doll, and, in descending order, the smaller ones are Sarah, Mara, Cara, and Clara). Clara had rolled under the couch while Susie and her friends were playing with the dolls, and she had been MIA ever since. (I had been afraid she’d rolled down the furnace register, so I was relieved that she was safe and sound, albeit a little dusty.)
I left the house yesterday to go to the post office (I bought stamps and post cards) and to Family Dollar, and in the evening to take Susie to her friend Rosemary’s for a birthday party. (It was at Skate America, and all the kids were meeting at Rosemary’s house beforehand.) Steph and I ate some leftover spaghetti and watched Fay Grim, which I liked much better this second time around. Steph had started to watch it under protest, mainly because she couldn’t stand its predecessor, Henry Fool, but she ended up thinking it was fantastic. Susie came back, far overstimulated, from Skate America shortly before 10:30. As soon as Fay Grim ended, I walked over to Rosemary’s house and got there just as the kids were returning. (Seeing James Urbaniak, who played Simon in both films, on the season premiere of Without a Trace whetted my interest.)
My office is the next big cleaning project I want to tackle. I’m sorry to report it no longer looks like the pictures I posted here last June. I won’t post pictures of how it looks now, but I want to have it cleared before NaNoWriMo begins in November, so it won’t become a dawdling tactic. ("I’ll get to work on the novel, but first I want to clean this shithole up!" has become a familiar stalling tactic. "As soon as I get organized" is another one I use quite often–and waiting for me to get organized is as realistic as leaving the porch light on for Jimmy Hoffa.)
I was quite disappointed that McCain decided to debate Obama after all. It would have been such a wonderful visual showing Obama, Jim Lehrer, and an empty podium. As for the bailout, these bankers should be left to stew in their own juices–you made your bed, now sleep in it. I feel like batching up all our bills and outstanding debts (and they are legion!) and mailing them to Congress and the White House to apply for a no-strings-attached bailout.
P.S.–I accidentally erased Without a Trace before I had watched half of it. Any of you beloved readers still have a tape of it?