Weekend review.
Dec. 4th, 2005 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Library book sale this weekend. Sadly, I completely misestimated the amount I was spending. When it rang up as $4.99, I realized that I had culled way too much from my pile - I could have bought a lot more. But by then it was too late.
It's hard for me to tell if I'm going to like a mainstream novel or not. I went over tables and tables of them without picking much of anything up. With SF and fantasy and mystery, I can often even pick up good clues about whether something is worth looking at from the title and book jacket. With mainstream novels, even the blurbs don't necessarily help me. I keep checking things out from the library and not liking them very much.
We've started watching House so that we can fit in with the rest of my friends list. I like the show - bitter sarcasm can carry me a long way - but I can't help wondering:
Am I really supposed to believe that the reason this guy is constantly on the brink of being fired is because he's nonconformist and insubordinate, rather than, for example, because he almost kills every single patient via a succession of incorrect diagnoses?
I went to Whole Foods to stock up on baby food and organic frozen vegetables, and was captivated by a display of tiny live Christmas trees. I've been debating whether the pleasure of having a tree this year would be overwhelmed by the hassle of keeping Alex away from it. (At least by next year she should understand what "no" means, even if she doesn't pay much attention.) I bought a little 18" pine for our dining room table. Now poor
curiousangel has to dig through the massive piles of junk in our storage area to find the buried Christmas ornaments.
After Michael gave Alex her bath, I came down to help get her ready for bed. She looked up and saw me coming down the stairs. Her face broke into a grin... and she clapped. Clapped with excitement because Mama was coming.
I am not ashamed to admit that I cried. And asked her if she wanted me to buy her a Corvette.
It's hard for me to tell if I'm going to like a mainstream novel or not. I went over tables and tables of them without picking much of anything up. With SF and fantasy and mystery, I can often even pick up good clues about whether something is worth looking at from the title and book jacket. With mainstream novels, even the blurbs don't necessarily help me. I keep checking things out from the library and not liking them very much.
We've started watching House so that we can fit in with the rest of my friends list. I like the show - bitter sarcasm can carry me a long way - but I can't help wondering:
Am I really supposed to believe that the reason this guy is constantly on the brink of being fired is because he's nonconformist and insubordinate, rather than, for example, because he almost kills every single patient via a succession of incorrect diagnoses?
I went to Whole Foods to stock up on baby food and organic frozen vegetables, and was captivated by a display of tiny live Christmas trees. I've been debating whether the pleasure of having a tree this year would be overwhelmed by the hassle of keeping Alex away from it. (At least by next year she should understand what "no" means, even if she doesn't pay much attention.) I bought a little 18" pine for our dining room table. Now poor
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After Michael gave Alex her bath, I came down to help get her ready for bed. She looked up and saw me coming down the stairs. Her face broke into a grin... and she clapped. Clapped with excitement because Mama was coming.
I am not ashamed to admit that I cried. And asked her if she wanted me to buy her a Corvette.
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Date: 2005-12-05 03:16 am (UTC)Oh, thank God it's not just me. I've been wondering that for ages. Also, I keep wondering: who in the US has health insurance that would pay for all those tests and treatments? (I like the show too, but.)