You can tell it’s Sunday morning in our house because C.J. has Baroque by the Bay playing on the radio, we’re both drinking coffee and I’m typing up a Sunday Salon post.
Sunday Salon has become my Sunday morning paper. I used to get two huge stacks of newspapers every Sunday morning: The San Francisco Chronicle/Examiner and The New York Times Sunday edition. Between the two, I would spend all morning, sometimes part of the afternoon reading and drinking coffee.
Those were the days.
I haven’t been able to seriously read The New York Times since they helped push the country into war with Iraq through their inaccurate coverage of Saddam Hussein’s WMD’s and The Sunday Chronicle/Examiner is a slim shadow of its former self. It’s really like the current publisher just puts it out each week to rub it in the noses of long-time readers.
So I read book blogs on Sunday mornings instead. I haven’t been following you all during the week like I used to, but I do make it a point to spend at least two cups of coffee, sometimes three, every Sunday morning reading over my blogroll. I have my blog roll set to randomly select a reasonable number of the many, many blogs I follow, so I can usually read through twenty to thirty blogs each Sunday. I figure I get to all of them at least once a month which is about how often I wrote to my grandmother back when I was a kid and people still wrote letters to their grandmothers.
Email is great, but I’ve never gotten and email with a five dollar bill inside it.
I’ve got a small stack of reviews to write, which I may do this afternoon. I really should go do the treadmill sometime today. Afterwards, I’ll stop in for a coffee and an hour of blog writing as a reward.
I need to review Jessica Mitford’s The American Way of Death Revisited which I read for Non-fiction November. I thought it was terrific and that everyone should read it, but it’s going to take some time to review. It’s really made me rethink a lot of opinions I have about the subject.
Notice how I wrote ‘a lot’ as two words there.
I read three different Facebook posties that misspelled ‘a lot’ as one word this week. I don’t know what you’re supposed to call those little inspirational pictures with sayings over them, typically suggestions about how to better get through your day or musing about why the government doesn’t function properly. ‘Posties’ would be a good name for them. I guess they’re ‘memes’.
Whatever they are called, please remember to spell-check before you publish.
No see how many errors you can find in my post.
I also have to write up reviews for two short pieces I read as part of The Deal Me In Short Story Challenge. I‘m doing another round of cards since I had so much fun with the first one. And, I’m almost through with The Art of War, also for Non-Fiction November.
I don’t like it. I’m not impressed by it either.
Should be a fun review to write.
I turned 51 this week with little fan-fare. C.J. invited a couple of neighbors over for dinner and Baskin Robbins ice-cream cake. We had fun. He got me this very cool antique coffee box. I looked up the company name the next day to find they were in operation from the 1880’s to the 1920’s, but we think the box is 19th century due to the style of the graphics on it. It barely weighs anything. You can tell wooden antiques are very old by their weight. Wood weighs less and less as it gets older.
I wish the same could be said for me.
Dakota is starting to show signs that she is not feeling well, but she’s still doing pretty good. Since the weather here in Northern California is looking like it might be good this afternoon we’ll probably take her out somewhere fun this afternoon. She really has surpassed the doctor’s July prediction of six to eight weeks.
We’re basically counting the days before we leave for New York City. In eleven days we’re heading for Manhattan to spend Thanksgiving watching Macy’s blow up their balloons in Central Park before the big parade. We’ll watch the parade, too, of course, then we’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at The Tavern on the Green.
I’m hoping to see Santa Land the next day. A friend of mine who grew up in New York says the Christmas windows at Macy’s are a must see. They’re free, and our hotel is not too far away from Herald Square, so this could work. But what C.J. and I really want to do is “stand on the magic square so we can see Santa.” I may even take my old copy of Santa Land Dairies along, just for fun.
I’ve made it clear that I’ll be cooking dinner next year. I haven’t cook Thanksgiving dinner in years now. I mean no disrespect to anyone when I say this, but my turkey is the best. It just is. Everyone who has had it agrees.
Or they’re never invited back.
I’m going to run spell-check now and them I’m off to read what you all have been writing about this week.