Mom and Henry Miller
Oh, where to start? Well, let's start at my mother's birthday/retirement party. That was last weekend, and I really meant to blog then, really. Anyway, after running sundry errands (including a somewhat furtive trip to Half Price Books for a Chiffons CD) for the festivities, I got ready, to realize that I had brought no cosmetics. None. Nada. Zilch. And my mother loves to take pictures. Well, there was nothing for it but to smear on some eyeshadow that had been sitting in my medicine cabinet literally since high school and hope I looked well rested. Then came time to deal with what I had brought for our little get together:
Pantyhose? Check.
Uncomfortable shoes? Check.
Outfit that will cost a fortune to clean if (when) I spill wine on it? Check.
Inventions of the Devil? All systems go.
Anyway, I was assigned the task of answering the door and greeting the guests, which I managed to do decently between bites of roast beef and mushroom-filled pastries. And
glasses of wine, which despite my best efforts, I did manage to spill on a sleeve. To sum up, a good time was had by all, my mother most importantly. I feel a little guilty that my mother ended up planning a great deal of this herself, but my aunt and I live out of state, my sister expressed no interest whatsoever, and my dad, bless his heart, just doesn't have a head for this sort of thing. My mother, in contrast, lives for planning celebrations. Or whatever. If it's going to happen, my mom wants to plan it. But that is another post.
I finished Tropic of Cancer. I will definitely reread it at some point. I think it would be best read all at one go, because the way I read it, it didn't seem to really pick up steam until the las third or so, when I could really just keep going from chapter to chapter instead of a little each night before bed. I have to decide what I'm going to read next. I don't think it's going to be Nin, but we'll see.
Well, I'll try to post again soon, but I've been posting this so that I don't have to work on my writing project, and I have to do that before I go to bed tonight.
Pantyhose? Check.
Uncomfortable shoes? Check.
Outfit that will cost a fortune to clean if (when) I spill wine on it? Check.
Inventions of the Devil? All systems go.
Anyway, I was assigned the task of answering the door and greeting the guests, which I managed to do decently between bites of roast beef and mushroom-filled pastries. And
glasses of wine, which despite my best efforts, I did manage to spill on a sleeve. To sum up, a good time was had by all, my mother most importantly. I feel a little guilty that my mother ended up planning a great deal of this herself, but my aunt and I live out of state, my sister expressed no interest whatsoever, and my dad, bless his heart, just doesn't have a head for this sort of thing. My mother, in contrast, lives for planning celebrations. Or whatever. If it's going to happen, my mom wants to plan it. But that is another post.
I finished Tropic of Cancer. I will definitely reread it at some point. I think it would be best read all at one go, because the way I read it, it didn't seem to really pick up steam until the las third or so, when I could really just keep going from chapter to chapter instead of a little each night before bed. I have to decide what I'm going to read next. I don't think it's going to be Nin, but we'll see.
Well, I'll try to post again soon, but I've been posting this so that I don't have to work on my writing project, and I have to do that before I go to bed tonight.
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