| Poem for Friday |
[Jan. 30th, 2009|12:37 am] |
( Epistle To Hugh Parker )
Finally a day when the kids had school! Though it started two hours late, meaning, paradoxically, that I had to be up and moving early, since ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) apaulled had an early morning phone conference and was not available for assisting with breakfast. But I did get to have lunch with cidercupcakes! We went to California Pizza Kitchen for hummus, soup (yeah, I know) and discussion of who should play Rod Blagojevich in the movie version of his life. By the time he had been kicked out of office, we had watched several episodes of Futurama, particularly "Why Must I Be a Crustacean in Love?" -- the Zoidberg pon farr episode with the awesome national anthem. Plus we had pumpkin spice tea.
( Forget-Me-Not Factory )
In the evening we discovered that we had nothing viable in the house for a meal, plus an IHOP coupon that expired at the end of the month, so what could we do...we had brunch for dinner. Then we watched Smallville, which I despised in almost every way...( spoilers. ) Sad news this morning: The Washington Post is dropping Book World on Sundays. They're going to fold their book coverage into the Style section, which already runs book reviews on weekdays, and various other parts of the paper as publications warrant. They readily admit this is because publishers don't pay enough to advertise in Book World, but I am very worried that we may lose Poet's Choice -- always the first thing I read in the Sunday paper -- and other columns that I enjoy. |
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