we're having a lazy moment over here. the boys are getting ready for their bath. right now they're eating thin mint girl scout cookies. the honey is watching the hockey game (again) from last night. i'm getting ready to do my jewelry book homework. i spent the afternoon with ruth yesterday. i seldom get together with her that she doesn't teach me something new. i am a clean palette when it comes to jewelry and she is such a generous person. she is always more than willing to patiently teach me something i've seen somewhere or to help me fix something i've made that needs a little bit of help.
it's been very busy here the last couple days. the girls finally came over last night to discuss cormac mccarthy's book, the road. i was surprised how many of them flat out didn't like it. a couple girls liked it, if you could actually say you "liked it". but most of them detested it and were all but bitter about reading it. i do understand where they were coming from. i think that once you have children of your own you just don't want to go to movies or read books about scary situations with children. i just didn't see the book in only that vein. i still think it's an amazingly powerful book, albeit disturbing.
sweet sara picked our book for june. it's going to be interesting, i believe. it is by vikram seth. check it out...Seth’s first ‘novel’ - The Golden Gate - was published in 1986. Composed of no less than 690 rhyming tetrameter sonnets (more than 7000 lines). Gore Vidal has called it ‘the Great California novel’. The Golden Gate is a satirical romance set in San Francisco and is centered on the relationship of two professionals (yuppies). the book opens like this:
It's Friday night. The unfettered city
Resounds with hedonistic glee.
John feels a cold cast of self-pity
Envelop him. No family
Cushions his solitude, or rather,
His mother's dead, his English father,
Retired in his native Kent,
Rarely responds to letters sent
(If rarely) by his transatlantic
i'm looking forward to starting it. it will surely be a new style of novel to me.
and, here's a picture of me, looking fairly intense (as is always the case even when i am merely thinking about the laundry) taken a few months back. in it i am wearing the ugliest shirt known to man. i force myself to wear it every once in a while so i will be aptly humiliated for buying such an ugly shirt in the first place. i really don't know what i was thinking. trust me. it is hideous. it has a satin tie that belongs on a very sad maternity shirt. the fabric is so cheesy and rough. and the print looks like something walt disney might have barfed up. sorry. it's the truth.
and, because i really didn't have much to say and didn't even want to say what i did, here are some clowns. but don't make them angry. you know how it is with clowns. they might snap and twist your ears off. oy.