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This summer’s unusually hot weather has me constantly complaining about: the heat and humidity, my lack of central air conditioning, the noise and inefficiency of the window air conditioning units, and let’s not forget my frizzy hair. [And, uh, no. I feel no need to post a photo of said frizzy hair!]
All this complaining brings up the question: is Air Conditioning a necessity or is it a luxury?
My mother, who grew up in the city, describes sitting out on the sidewalk under a streetlamp playing cards until 10:00 in the evening, because it was just too hot to be inside. Air conditioning only started to become common in office buildings, stores, and public buildings in the 1960s. […] Continue reading
My son (known around here as Pumpkin) went to the local bookstore and told them, my mom’s birthday is coming up, she likes to read, do you have any suggestions? Rather enterprising, don’t you think?
Let me tell you about the book he gave me: The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yoko Ogawa.
The Professor has a unique problem. He is unable to make new memories. His memory stops in 1975. As a result of a car accident, he can recall the distant past but his recent memory lasts only 80 minutes. He is a brilliant mathematician, but each day he has to re-learn what he learned the day before. Although it sounds sad, I did not find it depressing. In a way it’s a love story, though not in the traditional sense, about the meaning of family and living in the moment. Continue reading
Today I’m happy because:
- The weather is beautiful, a perfect day for the lake.
- We have plans to spend the afternoon at the lake, with a bunch of friends. (Note aforementioned weather.)
- Pumpkin is having an excellent time in Spain. At least, I assume he is, since I’ve barely heard from him. Not that I’m trying to guilt him into writing me, or anything like that…
Wondering why there’s a photo of George Foreman? I promise, it’ll be clear if you keep reading. But this post really isn’t about Mr. Foreman. I read something by Real Delia the other day, and I’m still mulling it over. … Continue reading
That little Monkey of mine…she’s quite something. At the barbecue/cookout this weekend, Monkey was playing foosball with a friend of mine. My friend described it like this: The game got kind of heated and I accidentally lifted the table a … Continue reading