We're going to Italy
That's right, my wonderful husband has consented to be dragged to Italy in just over a month. Woo-hoo! And, maybe even the best part, I tricked him into spending an extra two nights so we can stop in London before coming home.
Nothing else to report. Work is slogging along, the townhouse is sound, and buses continue to be crowded and stinky. I am looking to try something different with my hair color...maybe some subtle red highlights. Add a comment if you have any ideas.
Here's a bit of a poem to make the entry worthwhile:
"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
Sylvia Plath, "Lady Lazarus"
Read the whole thing, and "Daddy" sometime for truly gut-wrenching poetry.
Nothing else to report. Work is slogging along, the townhouse is sound, and buses continue to be crowded and stinky. I am looking to try something different with my hair color...maybe some subtle red highlights. Add a comment if you have any ideas.
Here's a bit of a poem to make the entry worthwhile:
"Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."
Sylvia Plath, "Lady Lazarus"
Read the whole thing, and "Daddy" sometime for truly gut-wrenching poetry.