One Book

Gainesville

Good to hear all went well with the trip west, and that all the little adventures had happy endings. Looking forward to future installments of the LIVE trip journal, and hope you both keep at it. Much easier to do as you go along rather than trying to reconstruct it later (speaking as one who is always trying the recontruction route). Hope you're settled into the Marina Village Inn by now. What a great place to be!

Not much adventure here. Unnaturally cold -- had to unpack the winter blankets and comforter and STILL was too cold to sleep last night. Bill was up very late on a raid with his guild-mates in Japan, which lowered the available BTU's also.

He had another online engagement tonight, and so asked for a late dinner-- 9:00. It was a forgettable meal, so let's just forget it. After the winning streak last week, I was overdue for a compensating loser. Just hope it isn't a streak. This was a meal of my own devise, so no blame to Leanne.

Did vid/ book/ liquor runs in addition to food. Determined to continue watching a movie every Saturday night, and tonight it was Harry Potter IV -- very dark and scary! Not at all a movie for kids, and probably too scary for me. I liked it, but this was such a big long book that I really missed the stuff that was left out, to the point where it did not really touch the emotional heart of it, just the scary parts. Shoulda been twice as long, maybe.

Only picked up ONE (!) book at B&N, and one I'd never heard of-- but how could I resist a book illustrated with black and white renditions of San Fran area post cards from 1940, let alone centered on a swing band, playing a gig at the Claremont, with a Berkeley student as a character and Treasure Island in full glory in the background? Maybe it will be a complete turkey, but I'll love it for the background, if nothing else. The book is Swing, by Rupert Holmes.

Too late for a Diry, and they are getting sparse anyway-- almost done. Have no idea what I have to transcribe once it's finished. A hard act to follow. The Nancy Hughes letters (hers, not mine) are one thing I've been thinking about, but they are buried in some trunk somewhere in remote storage-- I can only hope they're not waterlogged or vermin-infested.

Time for bed. Another cold night. I'm thinking about how to divide up the six weeks of vacation I need to take over the next six months. It's a use-or-lose situation. A day a week? A week a month? Some big stretch somewhere? A nice problem to have.