Don is off visiting his sister in Maine so I'm taking advantage of the alone time; I tell my co-workers (those who will still listen to my flights of fancy) that when Don's gone, I prance about in my underpants, stuff my face with bon-bons, drink cheap American beer, and lie in the living room in a bloated stupor watching movies. Truth be told, I do all that when Don is here! When he's gone, I just do more of it. Yesterday, I whipped up some no-bake cookies made from my mom's recipe (cocoa, sugar, oatmeal, and, despite having my having developed a tiny little peanut allergy, peanut butter--these cookies are so good, it's worth a little wheezing afterwards). I also went out and bought the new Spoon CD (more on that in a few days), got a delicious Orange Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks--I like Starbucks and I love orange flavored things, but I don't really like their current summer Orange offerings except for this tea--and had veggieburgers and kidney bean salad for dinner, chased by a few cookies and a beer.
For the media part of the day, I caught up on the New Yorker (I like to keep a stack of at least 3 weeks, so by "caught up," I mean I finished reading thru the July 2 issue), read a couple chapters in my current books, pranced about in my incredibly comfortable American Apparel underwear (see left, and that is an American Apparel model, not me!) and watched a few Lingos and Chain Reactions and movies. I particularly enjoyed a post-war British mystery called Green for Danger, with Alastair Sim (best known as Scrooge in the 1951 Christmas Carol). A beautiful print from the Criterion Collection of a wonderful little Agatha Christie-like thriller about a murder in a civilian hospital (in a village mansion requistioned by the government). Sim plays the inspector who solves the crime, though he does pull a boner near the end that results in justice not totally being carried out. The movie has a thread of dark humor running through it, and Sim is delightful. I even watched most of it a second time to hear the commentary, which began well, but fell off about halfway through with a little too much repetition of details. Today, the sun is out so I may spend some time out in nature, but not too, too much, since cookies and beers and DVR'd movies call my name.
Don is off visiting his sister in Maine so I'm taking advantage of the alone time; I tell my co-workers (those who will still listen to my flights of fancy) that when Don's gone, I prance about in my underpants, stuff my face with bon-bons, drink cheap American beer, and lie in the living room in a bloated stupor watching movies. Truth be told, I do all that when Don is here! When he's gone, I just do more of it. Yesterday, I whipped up some no-bake cookies made from my mom's recipe (cocoa, sugar, oatmeal, and, despite having my having developed a tiny little peanut allergy, peanut butter--these cookies are so good, it's worth a little wheezing afterwards). I also went out and bought the new Spoon CD (more on that in a few days), got a delicious Orange Passion Iced Tea from Starbucks--I like Starbucks and I love orange flavored things, but I don't really like their current summer Orange offerings except for this tea--and had veggieburgers and kidney bean salad for dinner, chased by a few cookies and a beer.
For the media part of the day, I caught up on the New Yorker (I like to keep a stack of at least 3 weeks, so by "caught up," I mean I finished reading thru the July 2 issue), read a couple chapters in my current books, pranced about in my incredibly comfortable American Apparel underwear (see left, and that is an American Apparel model, not me!) and watched a few Lingos and Chain Reactions and movies. I particularly enjoyed a post-war British mystery called Green for Danger, with Alastair Sim (best known as Scrooge in the 1951 Christmas Carol). A beautiful print from the Criterion Collection of a wonderful little Agatha Christie-like thriller about a murder in a civilian hospital (in a village mansion requistioned by the government). Sim plays the inspector who solves the crime, though he does pull a boner near the end that results in justice not totally being carried out. The movie has a thread of dark humor running through it, and Sim is delightful. I even watched most of it a second time to hear the commentary, which began well, but fell off about halfway through with a little too much repetition of details. Today, the sun is out so I may spend some time out in nature, but not too, too much, since cookies and beers and DVR'd movies call my name.
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