Archive for September, 2007
finally, finished
First, the big news: a couple of readers mayremember that lace shawl I began waaaay back before we left Arizona. It lagged in the WIP ottoman for a while, then I picked it up again a couple of months ago. I’ve worked on it only at home and at a couple of SnBs when I […]
the inverse of the excluded middle
I’m beginning to understand why, so often, a writer’s first book makes a big splash while later books seem to trail off a litte. It’s because in that first book, a storyteller tells you the best story that’s in her to tell, while later on she’s done something that writers refer to as “honing their […]
I’m your huckleberry … or at least, we’re related.
OK, not quite related. Co-alumni. We’re back, having trailed through the Beajolais region of France, Switzerland end to end, the Tyrol section of Austria, bit of Bavaria and the Saarland, and Luxembourg. I’ve written a little about it on the travel site and there will probably be photos up there tomorrow. One of the books […]
bless Capt. von Trapp’s homeland for ever
In one of the essays collected in Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader, Anne Fadiman writes abou the pleasure of reading a book in its perfect setting: John Wesley Powell’s memoirs while camping during a rafting trip through the Grand Canyon, Wordswort in the Lake Country and so on. I agree with Fadiman (who […]
I’m in f’in Switzerland!
When She-Hulk and her friend L visited us and we all went to Paris for a weekend, our tagline became, “I’m in fuckin’ Paris!” I mean, it is a bit mind-blowing for a girl from Northeast Philadelphia (or one from Minnesota, apparently). (It was even more mind-blowing my first ime in Paris when I crashed […]
a little tired, or maybe a little numb
It’s a good thing endings and beginnings tend to be so mixed up or life would be unbearably sad. Tomorrow we will begin a week-long driving trip that is probably our last big tourist trip while living in Europe. We’ll drop off Rudder’s parents in Paris; I have no idea when we’ll see any family […]
getting stranded
Yesterday continued to get more hectic after I posted. When I spoke to Rudder again there seemed to be no prospects for his getting home anytime soon; there were buses coming to take the people who had been stramded by the trains but the first one had finally arrived and could only take a fraction […]
more move trauma
I’m stuck at work at the moment; can’t go home because I can’t get in the house because Rudder’s got my house key. He went to Amsterdam with his parents today; they’re staying tonight (but have his key for when they get back tomorrow) and he took a train home but is now stuck in […]
rough-hewn ends
During the long drive Sunday, I finally finished the damned navy socks for Rudder. It’s official now: I Do Not Like Regia. Not only is it much rougher than Lorna’s laces and some of the other yarns I’ve used, but right in the first quarter of the bind-off row (right at the freaking bind-off row!!) […]
the in-laws get a tattoo
I was thinking about declaring a casual-Dichroic-Friday and wearing jeans in tomorrow (some people in this company wear them every day, some wear suits every day, business-casual seems to be about right for my rold an most people don’t seem to dress any differently on Fridays) until I realized something. I don’t *have* to dress […]