1. It’s dark outside.
2. The roads are slippery.
3. Coffee contains caffeine.
4. I got off work at 5:00. The coffee place is across from work. It will be like driving back to WORK. Gawd.
5. Of the six people supposedly going, only one that I know of actually WANTS to be there. That would be the inviter. There appears to be a contest going on amongst the invitees to see who can come up with the best excuse to skip out.
6. I NEVER win this kind of contest.
7. There might be something good on tv.
8. We could all end up with speeding tickets in our mad rush to get the hell back home.
9. The Starbucks people will probably get seriously grouchy about having to brew a fresh pot of coffee at this bizarre time of day.
10. W will ask me why I’m doing something I don’t want to do, and I will shrug and roll my eyes and not be able to come up with a sane answer. I hate it when that happens.
What W actually wanted to know in this case was whether or not this person could make my life any more miserable than she already has if I don’t show up tonight. Well I guess I’m about to find out, because I’m not going.
If you never hear from me again, it will not be because I drank a bad cup of coffee after 8:00 p.m. So cross that one off your list of clues.
This mood makes no sense when I consider how far removed we are from the hurricane on the east coast. Really, what in the world do I have to be so grouchy about? My head is above water. Our winds are calm.
And yet I am irascible. So good night nurse. I’ll get out of the other side of the bed tomorrow. How lucky am I to feel safe in the assumption that my bed will still be here in the morning, and that it won’t have floated off somewhere with me in it, during this long dark night.
Maybe genius is over the top for those of you who are much closer to being a genius than I am, so I’ll settle for saying it’s brilliant instead. There is really no safe way to review this book without giving something away. It’s one of those stories you have to read for yourself for the pure joy of finding out where it leads you.
It lead me in six different directions at once. What’s true? What’s pure fabrication and imagination and delusion? A wife goes missing on the day of a couple’s fifth wedding anniversary, and the husband becomes the main suspect in her disappearance. There are as many clues as there are bizarre things I didn’t see coming. Gotta love a book with all kinds of twists and turns. In other, better words….
I cannot say this urgently enough: you have to read Gone Girl. It’s as if Gillian Flynn has mixed us a martini using battery acid instead of vermouth and somehow managed to make it taste really, really good. Gone Girl is delicious and intoxicating and delightfully poisonous. It’s smart (brilliant, actually). It’s funny (in the darkest possible way). The writing is jarringly good, and the story is, well…amazing. Read the book and you’ll discover—among many other treasures—just how much freight (and fright) that last adjective can bear. (Scott Smith, New York Times bestselling author of The Ruins and A Simple Plan)
So, yes! Do read this brilliant book. You can’t say now that nobody ever told you how brilliant it is.
Yesterday it snowed and melted and snowed some more. When I drove home from work the roads were icy, dry, and icy again. Mostly the ice was at stop lights and around road curves of course, so the going was slow. And it unnerved me just enough to decide venturing out again, even three or four blocks to go out for something to eat, just wasn’t worth it. Never mind sliding into someones bumper from behind, I don’t want to slip and fall on my butt in a parking lot either.
So what to do with a quiet couple of after-work hours (before reading myself into oblivion) while W watches sports on tv? By the way, I’m not totally out of the sports loop. I’m cheering for the Detroit Tigers in the World Series. And no, I haven’t watched a game yet, but when it’s closer to the end I’ll probably get sucked in like everybody else. If there’s a contest for world’s worst sports fan, I’m a contender. Meanwhile, time to check out new arrivals on Netflix.
And this is the delightful movie I decided to watch; Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding, starring –
The story is predictable (not just somewhat contrived) fun, with great casting. I cannot imagine anyone but Jane Fonda as the beautiful Grace, stuck in the ’60’s forever. Diane is an uptight New York City lawyer whose equally uptight lawyer husband tells her he wants a divorce. She packs up her teenage kids and goes off to visit her estranged (for 20 years) hippie mother at her farmhouse in the countryside near Woodstock. It turns into a summer adventure of romance (for all three of them). They attend a war protest and a music festival, participate in some moon howling, learn a few family secrets, and make some very clichéd self discoveries.
Perfect. I wanted some mindless diversion, and this delivered. I don’t care that the movie got less than rave reviews – every movie doesn’t have to be some powerful statement about some controversial event. Peace, Love, and Misunderstanding is harmless fun with a delightfully happy ending. Good for the hippie soul.