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.: 10.20.2008 


Everything below my shoulders and above my knees is currently not happy. I blame Saul Good Restaurant & Pub. I got a gift certificate there for guest lecturing in a co-worker's class and I have to day say that I was not impressed. We went on Sunday evening. It was very noisy—a combination of "let's show you the kitchen!" (wtf, seriously?) and "let's play really bad music so loudly that you won't even want to have a conversation, much less be actually able to have one." The chairs were uncomfortable. The decor was that "look, we're so elegant, but not so elegant that you have to dress up, but really, we're elegant, we swear!" look. The food was okay, until the GI distress of doom kicked in. Really, the only thing I was impressed with was dessert—espresso cheesecake with a chocolate ganache topping, dusted with cinnamon. I had about three bites before I had to put the rest of the piece in the fridge for later.

We attacked the craft room this weekend, to get it ready for company this upcoming weekend. After giving away tons of books to mom's library, I find I am left so few that they will actually all fit on one (absolutely packed) bookcase. This means I've given away about 3/4 of my library, if you can't imagine. I can't. I try not to, actually. It makes me slightly panicked to think that I've given away so many books, not from a research standpoint (because I kept a lot of those and, hey, Google rocks) but from an identity standpoint. I was the girl with the books. Now I'm the girl with the empty wall. Very unsettling. I imagine I'll get used to it, though.

So we consolidated books and offered up the old shelves to the SNB. We also moved my desk to the wall that had the four bookshelves on it and put it between the two remaining shelves. (Sidenote: Just so you know, Dad, I've always thought of that desk as "my desk"—even when it was really yours. I love that damn desk.) Now we just need to get all the stuff off the futon and back onto the shelf/desk where it belongs.

Next week we go to Mexico! Huzzah!

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thus proclaimeth the Zabet  9:16 AM   2 comment(s)


I thought you were the girl with the yarn.

By Blogger newsbug, at 6:10 AM  

Only since about 2004, I'd say, have I had enough yarn for that. Which, compared to a lifetime of having a gazmillion books, isn't very long at all.

By Blogger Zabet, at 8:23 AM  

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