What’s the difference between a cyclone and a hurricane? It’s a relief to read that the cyclone that struck Australia seems to be limited to property damage. I dread our next hurricane season.
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Around The Compound
Donations
From Houston’s wonderful bookstore, Murder By the Book’s newsletter, comes the following information:
In an effort to restock its shelves after Hurricane Katrina, the New Orleans Public Library is asking for donations of hardcovers and paperbacks for people of all ages. Library staff will decide which books should go into its collection; the rest will go to destitute families or be sold to raise funds for the library.
Please send books to:
Rica A. Trigs
Public Relations
New Orleans Public Library
219 Loyola Ave.
New Orleans, LA
Of course
My house went to hell during the last two weeks of finishing the manuscript. So I’m cleaning. My kitchen was in a complete shambles, and I just let the dog dirt fall where it would from the rugs when I took them out to clean them (the rugs, not the dogs), so my kitchen/mud porch floors looked like a dirt bike trail. And that is the moment when my mother, who believes that cleanliness is next to Joan Crawfordness, walked in the back door.
She commented on the floors, then asked if someone was coming. (Hello? How did I get the reputation that I only clean when someone’s due to visit—shut up, Tim!) Little does she know that, indeed, her son is due to arrive sometime within the next 24 hours to spend her 80th birthday with her. Heh heh.
For Jandy
For some time, I’ve suspected that my car is invisible. Because whether Tim is driving or I am, people obviously can’t see it. That’s why they’re always doing death defying things like pulling out in front of us, stopping at green lights to talk on their cell phones when we are behind them, or cutting over from another lane and almost grazing us.
But I didn’t know that my own personal super power is invisibility until yesterday, when that guy at the post office could neither see nor hear me even though he was always within three feet of me. Oddly, as I was driving out, he was walking to his car. I had a CLEAR SHOT at running over him, and he wouldn’t have known I did it because my car and I are invisible.
Since Jandy needs photographic evidence, here it is.
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Compound Beautification
Could have been worse
Just read an article that makes me glad I didn’t tell the Ferrari salesman to shut the hell up at the theater the other night. However, since all the bigweird news seems to be happening in Texas, it’s also a good thing Cheney and his friends didn’t stop by the theater with their hardware before they went huntin’.
A thing of beauty
Today I battled my (mostly self-inflicted) stress with a walk around The Compound. Even though much of it looks like Oklahoma in the 1930s, there’s always something beautiful other than the men and dogs.
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Tim and I share an Aha! moment
When you decide to make a trip to Walgreen’s at 4:30 a.m., sometimes you have flashes of insight that are either brilliant or too obscure for anyone else to appreciate. While discussing a certain 100% heterosexual celebrity, Tim and I were struck by the odd similarities between his life and Tony Polar’s.
How many people get that reference? Anyone? Anyone?
Best. Superbowl. Ever.
Today I woke up to the mind-numbing sight that I’ve been ignoring for two months too long. My roots. “Prematurely” gray, and I knew I couldn’t put it off any longer.
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