2006-12-03
Forgive me. I have been a very very lazy blogger. I have good excuses. For example, I am trying to avoid failing my cataloging class, so there is studying to do. And most importantly, as I type this my dog is chewing on an unidentied object. Okay, I have established that it is cardboard. But she is young and curious and likes to paw the face of the banjo to hear it whisper throatily, so you see why I cannot say much. There is much to supervise! She needs ice cubes and things to chew that are not sneakers. Still I would like to mention that I can see the end of my semester laid out before me like a delicious breakfast, and I cannot wait. This weekend I scurried to finish a paper on OPACs, narrowly caught the 2:07 train to New York and spent a thoroughly varied and awesome time with the fantastic ms. clements. wonderful plans were hatched. even better, she already had a finely planned weekend that involved all kinds of great things like galapagos and marionettes. For variety there was a bar with indoor bocce. What is up with Park Slope? Why is ms. clements place so beautiful? Will I be sleeping on that glorious futon again...I hope so. Lest I forget there was late night britney oogling and me in an expensive shop earlier lamenting this land of $5.50 potato chips. I am so graceless in my cheapness. In the morning we watched the mcglaughlin group and ate cereal and toast. We managed to make it to the St. Mark's bookshop where I thought about Linda Gregg and bought the new cabinet magazine. Next the true obligation of the weekend was revealed: holiday festivities of the conine variety. A steakhouse for some delicious food and then to radio city for the xmas spectacular. what is happening in my life that I have been two years in a row? I was thinking about both "ettes" shows...they suffered from a lack of plot the first owing to smallness and morbidity, the second to spectacle. They were as different as two shows could be, one small and arty and minature, the other large and grand and full of dancing girls. But then, for those weak on plot points, perhaps this is a good field to enter, big ot little. I am thinking of the coconut cake I ate for dessert, and of the 20 pages on reference sources I need to revise. So I must conclude. My dog is admiring her reflection in our piano and attacking a stuffed duck. I do believe dog ownership is the best thing a lady like myself could do. I am feeling so blessed this evening, and so sleepy. I have ears to rub and paws to touch. goodnight.