Patrick and I went to the library this week. I had a chance to browse for a little while–something I don’t get to do when I take Gilbert to the library with me. I picked out a movie, Away We Go (incidentally, a fun and funny movie) and it’s soundtrack, which I really like.
The books–oh, the books. I’ve turned into my grandmother. They’re all weird. Here are the titles:
- There Once Lived a Girl Who Seduced Her Sister’s Husband, and He Hanged Himself: Love Stories by Ludmilla Petrushevskaya (a Russian writer)
- Hotel Iris by Yoko Ogawa (a Japanese writer)
- Woodcuts of Women by Dagoberto Gilb
And I’m looking forward to reading all of them! Liz saw them on my table and thinks I’ve pretty much lost it.
Secondly, I cooked peppers and onions for dinner last night. Patrick walked into the kitchen, took a look at them, and said, “Nice dinner, Connie.”
I embrace the way’s I’m like my mom and granny!