I have not posted in many moons, it would seem. So here we go: My Life As It Currently Stands.
My mother and I got back yesterday from a trip to the Yucatan peninsula, for my cousin Rainbow's wedding.
Mexico: awesome
Rainbow's wedding: beyond gorgeous
My Spanish: Limited, but useful
Iguanas: EVERYWHERE
The seafood: bountiful, and delicious
The cervezas: bountiful, and delicious
My mother: hilarious
(INTERLUDE, for an actual quote from a relative. "Gosh, you look just like your mom. Do your drink as much as your mom did?"
Cue complete shift of worldview.)
Guernsey Literary Blah Blah Blah: Charming, but not life-changing.
When You Are Engulfed In Flames: Another goldmine from Mr. Sedaris. I am so smitten. Again.
Olive Kitteridge: Totally absorbing, and beautifully written, but impossible to describe. Just read it.
Mysterious tropical afflictions: have managed to evade them so far. Except that I have somehow contracted a good old-fashioned, all-American head cold and am as stuffed up as a Thanksgiving turkey that is also a Republican.
The new job: wonderful, but scary, as I have not yet learned how to successfully do many important things.
The possibility that I will have to do said things by myself because my only co-worker's wife was due on the 21st: very high.
Travel day tomorrow: Woot!
4-hour layover in Atlanta: Ick
Home again: Woot!
Thanksgiving: Woot! (PIE)
One of the highlights from the week: Lounging in hotel room, munching on Mexican Cocoa Pebbles, watching the Mel Gibson version of Hamlet with Spanish subtitles. The wilderness is wonderful, but I am, at heart, a creature of leisure.
Besos!
- Sua Amiga Loca
Did your copy of the Guernsey Literary Etc. by any chance have Elizabeth Gilbert's badly worded endorsement on the back cover? That book was chosen for this year's reading program for the whole city of Walnut Creek, so I see it everywhere at work. And the stupid conflicting clauses in Gilbert's praise of the book have been taunting me from the back cover of nearly every copy we have! I heard the book was good, but that review made me never want to read Eat, Pray, Love or anything written by Elizabeth Gilbert. Ever. And tainted Guernsey for me just enough that I didn't read it, even though Gilbert didn't write it. (well, there were also the few hundred people ahead of me on the hold list)
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