Should I admit this?

I have to pick my grandson up from school today.  He's staying an hour later for an extracurricular club, so the car line won't be super crowded.  Still, I'll go a little early and sit there reading a book for the fun of it.  

What am I reading?  Well, dontcha know I advance-ordered Swan Song by Charles Spencer.  I'm looking forward to reading it.  I probably shouldn't admit this personal flaw - in reality, all this "royal" feuding is quite sad.  We really shouldn't take pleasure in reading about it.  Right? But I will. Sorry, not sorry. We all have our secret pleasures, and reading about virtually all royal families is one of mine. 

In this, I'm Team Harry, Diana, and now Charles Spencer.  I like William, and I'm sorry he can't find it in his heart to forgive his brother.  I think he and Harry are both deeply damaged from their upbringing and the loss of their mother.  I dislike King Charles for the way he treated Diana.  I think it's about time Charles Spencer wrote this book.  Just like no one should be above the law, no one should escape the truth.

It's fascinating to see all this personal stuff coming out of a stuffy family.  Truthfully, it makes me like them all the more knowing they are human and complicated and messy. It is like reading a book.  Exactly.  

Who cares?

It is my husband who usually buys "things" for the house.  Things like new towels, sheets, end tables, patio furniture, and so on.  I have so little interest. Over the years, it he eventually took on those tasks.  Sometimes he consults with me.  Sometimes he does not.  Is it odd that I don't care?

If we buy, say, a new couch for the living room, I am involved because he asks me to be involved.  I do have opinions, and if I must form them about "things" I will do so.  I will override him if I feel I must.  

I do care about colors, and I'm happy to choose the colors of household items and furniture if I know they are going to be replaced.  If something needs a decision about fabric, patterns, designs, I'm all in.  

This morning when I got up I noticed I was alone in the house.  I looked outside and he was on the lanai, putting together a new towel rack.  That was a surprise.  Had he asked me in advance if we needed to replace the old one, I would have said no.  The old one still worked.  

Do we argue about such matters?  No.  I'm happy to be relieved of these tasks, and they seems to bring him joy.  

I feel very differently about garden beds.  

Cold pizza

Well maybe that was long enough, my break from blogging.  If not, we'll see.

It's 9/11 and I'm remembering what I was doing that day.  I was working in the Mathematics Department at Cornell University, where I was the administrative manager.  One of the staff came into my office to tell me what was happening.  I got up and went into the main office space where a radio was on. We were all listening with wide eyes, wondering if this was the end of the world.  We were a lovely team of co-workers.  I'm glad I experienced that historic event with those particular women.  

Today I woke up wishing I had some cold, leftover pizza for breakfast.  

Last night I had an epic dream, long and involved.  I experienced many people from my past, both friends and enemies.  I made up with one enemy after I bashed her in the shoulder with a table fan.  It was an accident, I'm almost sure of it.  We became friends while we waited for the ambulance.  She apologized for tormenting me, and I apologized for hating her.  Now that I'm awake, I wonder what that was all about?