Ah, hell, Liese. I'm kinda glad I worked from home all week, or I'd probably have bought it by now. But I've been pretending I'm
evaluating
my
options.
I'm not! Watch me cave and not try and bully some shit out of a salesperson!
And, by hell, I mean THANK YOU.
Okay. I really am going now. I stacked the firewood. I just need to get to town and fight the hordes preparing for the zombie apocalypse spring snowstorm at the grocery.
I just had the weirdest emotional reaction to something. I was waiting for the bus and reading about Rochester's Occupy Wallstreet group and how thy are the only group in the state still occupying something. They are forming commitees and holding general asemblies and are still staying in tents in a Park.
Then I heard drums in the distance and then chanting. And the occupy Rochester group was marching down the street with signs. And there were young and old, men and women, several ethnicities and someone being pushed in a wheelchair.
And I just lost it and started bawling. and now I am on the bus and I cant stop
At first I thought this was some new euphemism for crazy.
Ha. No, just an Xpost. But I like it!!
And I just lost it and started bawling.
Aw, that's hard. But totally understandable.
Aw, Sophia. I know how that goes.... Christmas Day I was weirdly disappointed that no one had given me Mindy Kaling's book, like, "Don't they know me at all??" And when my cousin gave it to me a week later, I started crying. Um.
Timelies all!
Quiet weekend here. Probably a good bit of basketball watching. And another trip to the library tomorrow. (Am trying to read the Agatha nominees for best novel, best first novel and best historical by Malice Domestic, which is at the end of April.)
Oh, man, i love my nieces. They are smart and fun and informed about, like, politics and sexuality, and athletic and giving, and aware of their privilege, and they're both going to make the world a better place.
Iow, just had yet another great talk over tapas and drinks in a bar in Granada. I'm sad, the older one goes back to Galicia on Sunday, although i get to travel with the younger one for another week.
Also? I would never survive on a Spanish schedule. At 11pm, they are justgetting started for the evening. Oy.
Heh. My 12-year-old cousin wrote an essay, and her mother posted it to facebook, and now it's made it to Huffington Post. [link]