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You ever stop to think...

and forget to start again?

Yeah, me too.

Happy Friday y'all. I've been listening to Standing in the Rainbow by Fannie Flagg on CD and the reader - who is awesome by the way (I'm too lazy to go look at the cover in the car to tell you who it is...Kate Reading (ironic isn't it) or something - has been giving the characters Missouri accents so I've been finding myself using long drawn out vaguely southern words and phrasing here and there. I started to listen to Tony Morrison's Love but had to give up because she was the reader and her voice was modulating too much and I couldn't hear her half the time. Especially with my car windows down.

This post is pretty much a cop out with no point but I feel like I've been neglectful of the blog, and pretty much everything else of late. Summer is my busy season. I don't know why. I don't even know exactly what I've done these last few months but my weekends have been full and I've been enjoying myself. I'm not busy in the harried stressful sense, just socially. Flitting from one event to another. Tomorrow I'm off to join my mother at the Williamstown Theater Festival where I will be seeing Emmy Rossum (of the movie Phantom of the Opera) in Romeo and Juliet. She's Juliet. I was there a few weekends ago and was waiting outside a cabaret they put on during the weekends and I rubbed elbows with several celebrities (They didn't know we were rubbing elbows. They just thought we were standing in line for a performance.) In addition to Emmy, I saw Judging Amy's Amy Brenneman, Sharon Lawrence of NYPD Blue, and ER's Jeannie Boulet (Gloria Reuben). I was so close I was overhearing their conversations. Actually, that's not true of Miss Lawrence but I did see her in Anything Goes. I also saw Richard from Caroline in the City. He was hilarious. I'm looking forward to celebrity spotting with my Mom. Of course we play it cool and quiet but as soon as we get in the car it's "Oh my god!" giggle giggle!

P.S. Friendster Guy and I are waiting for water to boil and making silly faces at one another. Because, as we all know, a watched pot never boils so whatever you can do to avoid watching the pot is a good thing.

P.P.S. FG is now wearing a headlamp for night skiing and he has turned out the overhead light to torture me with it. I hope the water boils soon. It could get downright silly in here.

P.P.P.S. Dinner's ready!

Comments

hervor the howler said…
a watched pot does boil...it just takes a little longer than usual
12:52 AM
Anonymous said…
I wouldn't say you are neglectful of your blog -- think of it more as "generating much needed suspense". ;)
1:17 AM
Bimbo said…
If you're listening to books on CD, try Steve Martin's 'Shopgirl' as written and narrated by. His voice is so familiar and he's (obv.) very comfortable with the work, it's like having your favorite crazy uncle over telling you stories. Conversely, I'd give a no to John Irving's Waiting to Find You. Way to ruin one of my favorite author's works with craptacular falsetto and a nasal, pedantic mother's voice. And that's my two cents worth.
10:52 AM
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