am up. is rainy and windy. no idea if there will be tennis today - I actually have so much I'd like to do around the house that I wouldn't be too upset.

peach cobbler in oven, dishes from the week are washed. Now I think a fruit salad with the remaining peaches, a watermelon and apples.

Timelies all!

No real plans here. We may go to the mall, since I'd like to look for a new outfit for Rosh Hashanah.Of course, what I'll likely get is frustration since the vast majority of things I see will be a)the wrong style for the event, b) the wrong style for me, c) the wrong color for me, d) the wrong weight for the time of year or e) any combination of the above.

Did I mention I hate shopping for clothes?

Somehow or other, contemplating going to IKEA tomorrow made me wander over to YouTube to look up an IKEA commercial I vaguely remembered. And boy... there are a whole lot of them! Really funny ones, too! So much so that I've wasted most of my morning with them....

Matt, that's such good news about your dad. My wishes for continued improvement and good spirits.

Nasir (from Robin of Sherwood) totally asked for my digits.

Eeeep! You didn't mention that part! So cool. I hope he was really nice. I've heard from lots of sources that he's very easy to talk to.

I just want to second (third? whatever) what Tep said about ita. We'd all like to think we'd step up when there's need, and sometimes we do. But even then, there's a tendency to hope our action is noted. To just do it because there's need, with no expectations after is the mark of a grownup, and there are far too few grownups to go around, it sometimes seems.

And even today's grownup can be tomorrow's five-year-old.

Oops, tangent, much? Anyhow, I wanted to extend my condolences, and echo Tep's "proud to know you," and hope that others are taught by your example as well as by your "teaching".

Gorgeous day here. We're off for an aimless drive. So profligate with the gas and the gas money! Luxuries where we find them.

You guys are very sweet. I was tired and distracted when I posted last night.

I'm still tired this morning, but less distracted.

Oh, I still feel useless, and part of me's terrified to go into the centre which I hear (unsurprisingly) is bleak. I'm glad I got to see a bunch of people under lighter circumstances last night, and felt very guilty bringing up stuff like a ride to the services even at the very end.

Thirty six. Younger than I was. And she touched so many lives. I knew so many people who wanted to be famous, but I'd rather the sort of presence Marni had. Has. She touched people by hand, and she touched them for a reason. She wanted them better off as a result.

Damn. I'm really going to hate quiet moments for a while.

I'm so sorry to hear about Marni's death, ita. Here's wishing you and the folks at the center the best as far as comforting each other.

Thanks for all the good thoughts for my dad over the past few weeks, folks!

Thirty six. Younger than I was. And she touched so many lives. I knew so many people who wanted to be famous, but I'd rather the sort of presence Marni had. Has. She touched people by hand, and she touched them for a reason. She wanted them better off as a result.

Much too young. What a beautiful tribute, ita. Again, I'm so sorry for your loss.

Stupidest problem ever: I lost a cherry tomato under the stove. Not sure how to get it out. Oops.

There's a picture of Marni putting fist to face on the bios page. She looks fierce and cool.

I kind of used up my weekending on Thursday and Friday. Thursday spent all day with my co-editor Kim, poking around the city and discussing the CrimeBus. Friday I escorted Jen around on a vegan munchathon punctuated with bookstores and drinking. Topped off with meeting Jen's friends and collecting Emily and filling her up with alcohol until she seemed a little less stressed about her work week at the school.

sarameg -- really long chopsticks? wire hanger with the body stretched out way long?