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Book Review. The English Patient by Michael Ondaatje I haven’t seen the movie. This is a “well-written” book. The language is poetic. The characters develop as characters. There are flashbacks. The ending is sad and poetic. The emotional intensity I should have felt–lovers leave each other, some of them die, bombs blow up Hiroshima–I didn’t. […]

Birthday. Last week. Sucked. Don’t ask.

Tooth news. Lee went to the dentist yesterday; he did have to get the tooth extracted. He went to the oral surgeon (Maxiliofacial Associates, near Colorado College–he recommends them highly), and everything went well. Much less pain now, and all our shoulders relax just a little.

Romance. Slow-dancing to a not-so-slow dancing song while your daughter runs around in a circle, screeching. Dancing! Dancing!

Milestone. Today was Ray’s first big apology. She smashed a dozen eggs into the carpet of her bedroom. For not the first time. She and I picked up eggshells (by hand, becuause she can’t vaccuum) and sopped up the goo. Then she apologized to Daddy, because it was driving him nuts. “Sorry eggs. Broken eggs.

Beatitudes. Ever wonder if the Beatitudes of the Bible are kind of like Chinese curses? “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.” “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” Be careful what you wish for…

something good can happen something lucky ’cause i’m ready for something unexpected i keep waiting for the other shoe to drop but i’m ready for something good instead i’m ready to be delighted

Hitherby Dragons. “I have brought you gifts, too,” Sabin says. “Fine foods. Silks. A woman for your harem.” “No sexual services,” Parmys clarifies. She studies the creature, and then nods firmly. “I am strictly a prestige odalisque.” –RSBorgstrom

Pie. Mom, if you’re reading this, click: Pecan Pie.

Job. No job. PS. It went to an internal candidate. Also, the guy confirms: It wasn’t the writing or the professionalism. The other candidate had more internal departmental experience. Sigh.