We’re heading off to K’s 30th anniversary this weekend.

Part of the whole business is a campus dance. I can’t remember how dressed up I’m supposed to be. Oh, actually I just went to the website and there’s clearly a mix of people wearing ballgowns and others looking sort of frumpily middle-aged. You can guess which camp I fall into. [Website here:

I headed off to Ross this morning in an attempt to find something that would possibly do. I found a silky black skirt with white polka dots and a stiff white linen blouse. It’s not exactly a dress but it looks slightly dressier than anything else I’ve got. I’m not entirely sure the two textures go together — maybe since the skirt is so silky it should have a silkier sort of top? The stiffer top makes me look slightly less fat, though, which is always a bonus.

But now I realize I have no shoes — wait, that’s not true. I have a pair of black pumps I wore for my job interview back in 1995. Maybe those will do? I will try them on and see.

Oh — and now I think the cat has thrown up.

Exciting times, people, exciting times.


I was away last weekend, and am going away again this weekend which meant that during this weekend in the middle I had to both recover from my strenuous trip the weekend before and prepare for the upcoming strenuous trip.

The prospect was so daunting I had to spend a considerable amount of time lounging in the back yard reading Cutting for Stone, which I think I’m not exactly loving. It’s too much “this happened and then this happened and then this happened.” You know, things happen and it all seems sort of accidental. But, the setting, which is a hospital run by Indian doctors in Addis Ababa, is interesting. So there’s that.

And I did manage to do the laundry, clean the bathrooms and vacuum the upstairs. Plus distribute a huge lump of compost which turned up in my driveway by accident on Saturday morning.

So that’s something.


Bad hat

M is still sick — she really does look ghastly.

We went out for dinner last night with my niece, who is all grown up with a baby. It is interesting — I remember her as a funny kid interested in weaving beaded bookmarks and now she’s a smart woman with a baby getting her masters in public administration. She and her husband are visiting from the state with big mountains.

Life continues to be interesting.

From a far away country

News from N.

  • She’s working graduation, so has a place to stay between when school ends and when the lease on the summer apartment begins.
  • The library job actually sounds much less boring than the one she did here. Pays less, but then it costs less to live there.
  • She can work off the rent by cleaning and painting the apartment, plus two others. (Hmm. She’s not much of a painter, actually, as far as I know.)
  • It seems that she is turning into a grown-up person. But then, I guess she nearly is one.
  • Suddenly this song has popped into my head. I remember singing it with N when she was a baby.

    Tom, he was a piper’s son,
    He learned to pipe when he was young;
    The only song that he could play
    Was over the hills and far away.
    Over the hills and a long way off
    The wind shall blow my top-knot off

More hmmm

Feeling slightly unsettled at present, which I’m sure has to do with the fact that we’re going away for a few days next weekend (for K’s college reunion), leaving M behind.

I’m sure she’ll be all right, except I’m not exactly sure she’ll be all right. And just like last weekend, when I made the plans long before I learned the prom was that weekend, it turns out that there’s a big horse show next weekend, and it’s the first one she’s actually been in. Had I known I would have tried to talk my way out of the whole thing.

I think K’s opinion is that she’s going to college next year, so she should be able to cope with this. Which I suppose has some merit. I still would not have left her, though. And since she has no license — a project for this summer — there are driving issues that I have yet to resolve.


I’m nearly done with Jane Gardam’s The Man in the Wooden Hat, which I think I like better than Old Filth, which I liked. They’re odd little books. It’s almost as if the author has seen a couple, or a man, on a ferry or a train or walking through her neighborhood and then constructed a whole life for them. That’s kind of what they feel like — here’s the story that explains the life of that woman in the hat over there. But they’re good.

And, my work bookgroup met to talk about Let the Great World Spin, which ends up being a good book for a book group, because it’s a good book to talk about. More about bookgroups, and book recommendations, here.


I’m actually really busy here at the moment, so I think I will just tell you about my delicious dinner last night.

Pork chops, cooked in the Julia Child simplified method — brown them on the stove, then add butter and bake them in the over for half an hour, or whenever. Not dry. Yum. Plus green beans, baked potatoes and applesauce. Very good.

What will we have tonight? Perhaps more green beans. They were really good.

And I’m reading The Man with the Wooden Hat, which is really good.

Yikes! Got to go — there’s a child to be transported hither and yon.