So, in book club the other week, we read this book (I’m not telling you what it was, because I’m going to give away the ending here and I don’t want to wreck it for you.) It was a lovely book about star-crossed lovers dealing with a major impediment to their being together. There was some magic involved. The ending was somewhat convoluted and a little melancholy, but the gist was that they more or less sorted it out and kind of/sort of died/became immortal and were thereby able to live together happily ever after.
Because they were immortal.
Until the end of time.
I like you ~Sandol Stoddard Warburg
I like you and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.
I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it’s special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, Remember when you told me something special
And both of us remember Continue reading
Oh what a weekend. I was very productive. I went to the gym twice and I made a gigantic dent in my Christmas shopping. I’d say I’m at least 85% finished. Oh, and it was so fun. Aside from the mall and bookstore (I am naturally bookish and tend to gravitate to the bookstore for presents. I sometimes have to remind myself that not everyone likes to read), I attended a fabulous visual feast of a craft fair downtown.
Generally speaking, I have a strange relationship with shopping.
On the one hand, I am a practical sort. I don’t like to waste money and I tend to feel guilty buying myself anything other than food, as that money could better go to paying down the mortgage or traveling somewhere fabulous or helping some worthy charity or something. I also think that as a society, we have been brainwashed into becoming these consumerist drones who just shop for shopping’s sake, replacing things — not because they need to be replaced — but because we are bored with them. I think this leads to ridiculous waste on both a monetary and environmental level and I find that distressing. Also, a crowded mall is possibly the most depressing and life-sucking thing in existence. Continue reading
All good valentines have puns
Interesting day, the old Valentine’s Day. The concept has been on my radar since elementary school, I suppose, when we all made heart-shaped pocket things to attach to our desks for people to put their Valentine’s cards into. Because the feelings of children are so easily crushed (maybe this doesn’t go away – maybe adults just hide it better), the rule was that you made a card for everyone in your class. Continue reading