Looks like food poisoning, which relatively speaking is good news. Poor Buckman.
Anyone else watching this season of So You Think You Can Dance? I have a massive crush on Legacy and as Aurora would say, I’d like to have ten thousand of his babies.
I’ve decided to mislabel all my moving boxes, to confuse my brother. (Once the move is over, I’ll start looking for a real, productive hobby, I swear.)
Here’s what Yost, Rhett and I have come up with so far –
Horse feed (regular)
Horse feed (miniature)
Stuff I’ve stolen from hospitals
Balloon animals HANDLE WITH CARE
Stuff I’ve stolen from Jesse
Happy meal toys
Letters from Prince Harry
Rocks shaped like ketchup bottles
Do not open until Christmas
Do not open
Copper tubing and sunscreen
The books currently rotating in and out of bed with me.
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. Given to me as a birthday gift by my friend Alex, with the story of how he bought his copy of it off the black market while growing up under Soviet rule.
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson. A book that resonated with me more than most I’ve ever read, it rarely leaves my side.
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Also given to me by Alex, I was overdue to read it anyway.
Out of My Life and Thought by Albert Schweitzer. Like, oh you know, EVERYONE, I find him so inspiring.
Flatland: A Romance of Many Dimensions by Edwin A. Abbott. Send to me by the legendary Jonny Opinion, it’s a “a stirring adventure in pure mathematics.”
The Best Poems of the English Language. I’m a girl. I read poetry.
A Little Anthropology by Dennison Nash. Found it in the breakroom at work, enjoying the overview of one of my favorite subjects.
Malinche by Laura Esquivel. So far it’s decent, but my favorite thing is that the book jacket unfolds as a poster of Mayan art.
Actually Willow sent a(nother!) box stuffed to the seams with delightful things (homemade personalized fortune cookies!!). Willow is half angel, half princess, half crimefighting unicorn.
My wonderful Amber sent a generous check to cover Mau’s medication. Amber is made of pure cotton candy, and in ancient times was revered as the goddess of dewdrops and baby birds.
Visitors, dinners, letters, wine …
I am blown away by the generosity of all of my friends, to me and to “just” a cat. My God. Excuse me while I cry into this bag of candy and gold star confetti, and wipe my eyes with a letter that arrived already tearstained.