I can't wait Nilly to approve the pictures. Damn. But that will probably take a while.

(Triple post? Wake up already!)

A slight disappointment today. My brilliant work on photography got 90 (I know, I shouldn't bitch about it, but a. this is Bitches, and b. my first semester paper, which I thought honestly should get a 75-85, got a 100. So with all of the expectations I had for this one...). That's because my lecturer didn't quite get it, but was kind enough to give me that grade because it was "bold and interesting" (and until the final chapter or two of it, covered with "excellent!"s). And if he, with whom I was in one mind most of the year didn't get it, I'm not quite sure who will. And I really looked forward to read his remarks on this, and there were not too many of them.

I think I'll have to translate it and post it in my blog. Just, you know, so I'll have the feeling that someone's getting me and my head.

Been awake for an hour or so, but it took me a while to get to the end of threads.

Want Nilly pictures now! But I'll patiently enjoy the anticipation.

Loves hearing Vortex dad stories.

sj, my sister in early 9 year old launch into womanhood. The good side was it came to an uneventful quiet end 8 years ago. I didn't get the boobs until I had Brendon at 38. The boob fairy arrived the next day and never went away. I went decades without owning a bra. Those were the days. It could be that they would go away if I ever got to my BC weight, but that hasn't ever happened.

Good grief, I was up working until after midnight, but my body still thinks that 6am is The Time to get up. At least the coffee pot was programmed.

eta: I had to conduct some training yesterday in Miami. I remembered why I like working there when the little guy came around with his pitcher of Cuban coffee. So yum!

Shir, your description painted a lovely picture of the wedding in my mind. Thank-you so much.

Loves hearing Vortex dad stories.

Yes, this,

pitcher of Cuban coffee. So yum!

and this.

And I hope your bad will turn into good.

So much this. Much ~ma to your future father-in-law, Seska.

I'm excited because Amazon just notified me that Deb Grabien's book, While My Guitar Gently Weeps, which I have had on pre-order since the beginning of summer, has shipped.

Vortex, your dad was, is, and will always be made of the most awesome of awesome.

You can tell him that Emmett was extremely enthusiastic.

I dunno if I've just got the most mellow kids ever or they're just naturally reticent, but neither of them thinks this is a big deal.

I remembered why I like working there when the little guy came around with his pitcher of Cuban coffee.

Mmm... I may have to brew up a colada.

My mother just sent me to this link for flea/heartworm medication: [link]

If your pets use this, it's the formula as the US, but much cheaper. Kind of like buying drugs in Canada, I guess.

I really need to go to the market today. I have been putting it off for days, but if I don't go today we won't have any dairy products for our coffee and tea tomorrow morning. That could be dangerous.

Oh Seska, much love and many prayers for TG's father (and TG, you and your whole family).

Vortex, your dad sounds great!

Ok, random change of topic. I just got this question from a friend and don't know the answer:

Do you remember, and I'm paraphrasing, the author who said that one should look for a partner in life with whom one shares conversation, because conversation is the only thing one may have when one is old? And can you direct me to the quote?

Anyone know?

I believe there's a quote in one of Dorothy Sayers' Lord Peter books similar to this. The Dowager Duchess is musing about men picking women for looks, like a suite of living room furniture, and then having to try to have conversations with them over the dinner table 20 years later. If this might be it I'll be happy to research further, although I might get sucked into the Lord Peter books for a while in the process. Not a problem!