Last night I was fairly productive, in a perfectly mundane fashion. I finally managed to get off packages with dresses in them -- I lied and told the post office attendant that I had made them myself (I felt that gave me more legitimacy somehow. He was very impressed by my prowess with needle and thread.) And then, because Kyle and I couldn't
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i bought a chart-toppers from the 20s cd because of valencia. i love it so much. alas, it is not the same on a cd. the victrola is the only way to go.
i am currently reading middlesex, and i love it so much. but with less than 100 pages to go, i am afraid to get to the ending. i hate when books i love end, but i also hate when books i love disappoint me at the end. so i start to get anxiety about the book ending. and sometimes, i just don't finish them because of it. i know. stupid.
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we did have fun cleaning the house. and i had fun getting my posterior kicked at pinball.
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i imagine you two being able to have more fun doing the most mundane tasks than anyone on the planet. it's just the nature of you. it makes me happy. and it kind of makes me hopeful.
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As for being in love, all I can say is "it's about time!!!!" ;)
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I am halfway through The House on the Strand and it's solid writing but I keep waiting for a wrench to get thrown into the cogs. I'm finding I don't care about the alternate history characters as much as I should. It's hard to come down after a high from reading Rebecca.
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We don't have television access; we only use ours for watching dvds and vhs tapes... but there are times when I wish I could watch the latest episode of whatever happens to be hot on tv these days.
I do like those evenings when it's completely off and we read or talk instead!
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If you can, and want to move forward a bit in time, see if you can find any 78's of early rock and roll. I particularly recommend the 'ABC Boogie' which is the B side of 'Shake, Rattle, and Roll'.
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I have a confession to make here: a few weeks after I finished that book, I picked it up again and thought, "hmmm, I guess I never finished this one. What happened?" I thought somehow in the move, I'd forgotten to finish--so I read the last few chapters again. Went, "oh, I guess I did finish it, after all."
Than, reading "The Reef", I got about 30 pages from the end, and just couldn't finish it, either. I carried it around diligently for a few days, and finally admitted "I'm afraid of what she's going to do to the character I like. Edith is cruel, at the very ends of her books." I mean, hello--between The House of Mirth and Touchstone, I was terrified. I was like the lab rat who had been electrocuted twice, already.
I finished it, finally. It wasn't quite electrocution, this time, but neither was it a yummy reward for my optimism and faith.
I don't even know what to tell you. Ms. Wharton, well.
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You could have saved me from my disappointment last night! My first thought was to drop by unexpectedly and have you entertain me, but I thought you might be in the middle of some "not to be interrupted" thing!
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