October 23rd, 2006


First story: I bought Stuart Weitzman's Suspend for C. and B.'s wedding in June. Very pretty! I am eagerly awaiting their arrival (mail order, of course -- I don't actually get to go shopping).

Second story: Don't wear clogs on a bicycle! I had on a pair I usually wear as slippers in the house but that I can go out to the garage in. I already knew they were a poor choice for digging a trench. But we were out in the yard having a fine time, when I thought, gosh, here's me, the kid and the bicycle all set up with the Wee Ride. Let's give it a try. Oy. Don't wear clogs on a bicycle. I switched to Tevas; Papa got us our helmets and Teddy and I went out for a spin. Lots of fun! Teddy loved it, but it did get a little chilly.

Third story: Teddy has two pairs of Robeez with lizards on them (identical). Teddy apparently didn't realize this. Today, while wearing one pair, he started screeching at the other pair, which he does when he wants us to put them on him. On another occasion, he wanted to wear his Stride Rites while he was wearing Robeez. This didn't work out well. We hid a pair and distracted him. Anyway, mid-screech, he craned around to get a look at his own feet. Did a distinct double-take, shut up, grabbed the pair of shoes and looked quite pleased, in a slightly confused way. You could just _see_ cognition happening.


I'm finally reading _Thud!_ again. Got stuck a tiny way in when I first bought it. Not sure why -- for some reason it just did not catch my interest. Not a problem this time. I had bought _Wintersmith_ and it just seemed immoral to read the latest Pratchett without finishing the previous one. Glad I picked it up. I _particularly_ liked how well Pratchett is depicting Vimes-as-manager (listening to Detritus and letting him take on Brick and mentor him; co-opting Pessimal, noticing he really wants to be a cop, recognizing he badly needs a clerk-cop and solving numerous problems at once thereby; sending Sally and Angua out together to check out the crime scene with Carrot -- altho good god Pratchett just could not _leave_ the hot, nekkid women jokes alone in this book), right down to religious adherence to being home at 6 p.m., no matter what, and returning to work after as necessary.

In fact, Vimes-as-manager is looking more like an effective top guy in Ankh-Morpork than Vetinari, which is a little odd. Not that it's the same role, precisely, but the hierarchy is definitely shifting, and it's because Vimes is no longer a loner (but Vetinari still is).

Ah, funny, humanist fantasy novels. What the world needs more of.

I finished Olbermann's book. Hard to know what to say, given how it's put together and how I feel about his show (especially now, with these extremely righteous, hard hitting Special Comments. That's not rapier-like rhetoric; more like a sledgehammer. Or a wrecking ball. I _love_ it.). But it's neat having all the Worst Persons through June 1 of this year in one place. I missed a lot along the way, and sometimes I missed details and didn't have a chance to reverse and hear it again.

Best of all, I have answers to the big questions: why does Colbert do that obscene gesture every time he mentions Scalia? (A: Because Scalia did that to a reporter, denied it, and then footage was passed about showing that the reporter hadn't imagined it at all, and a Supreme Court Justice had just made a very naughty gesture -- the chin thing -- and lied about it) and What is up with calling Bill O'Reilly the falafel king (A: Mackris said he started out saying he wanted to be a loofah in her shower, and then got loofah confused with falafel, providing us all with years of easy punchlines).

The Weitzmans arrived and are a slight disappointment. I'll take another look at them in a day or so and see if it's just cause I'm in a rotten mood, or if I should return them and get something else. When I spend over $200 on a pair of shoes, I feel the bar is quite high.

And the story of the dresser:

Once upon a time, R.'s neighbors across the street (one of the two readers at our wedding) bought a dresser. When they eventually moved, the dresser went to R., because they had no further need of it/it was too heavy to move/whatever. R. had that dresser for a number of years. We did not take the bedroom furniture to Seattle, figuring we'd buy new and bring it back eventually to replace what we had here. Upon our return, that dresser went out to the garage, then to the consignment store in our van (we love our Odyssey), where they were too busy to look at it, so back to the garage, and then, eight days later, back to the consignment store, where they declined it on style reasons (won't sell). As it sat in the van, waiting to go to the town dump where, hopefully, someone would take it (so we wouldn't have to pay extra to leave it), child care arrived. Child care is the granddaughter (really!) of the original owners of this dresser, and she just moved into her own apartment after having lived for a year as a live-in. Hence without much furniture. She was about to buy some, she said, after we mentioned we had a dresser we were trying to get rid of, and would be happy to take it.

This is _so_ appropriate, and somehow, so New England.