Alternatives to sleep

Another/alternative attempt/s at normalcy

The Offspring is here! Six nights on her way from Penns Woods to Tokio. I am mostly excited with/for her, though she is as always pragmatic. She asked me recently why everything is always a crisis with me. I claimed it is not always everything, but it is how I am wired.

Monster (pet name after her age 2 Gojira obsession) and the Boyfriend both have made comments lately regarding my perpetual status re: survival. Not that I watch TV game shows. They are both phlegmatic by nature. Not me. You should see my medical records--neuro alone is over 4 inches thick. I actually fee a little sorry for the poor little residents (who I loathe should they come near). I am six years or so past being an interesting case...deepest apologies to the planet. However, deadline mode has always worked for me.

The Boyfriend borrowed Alternatives to Sex: A Novel a few months ago from his library. He read just the beginning. It did not hold his attention. I stopped by to return something, and thought it was something I had meant to read. You know, it looked familiar. So I borrowed it for myself.

The conceit is that the main character, William, is trying to resist his addiction to casual sex via the internet. William is a realtor, but even in the boom market one-year after September 11, 2001, he is not doing so well. So William tries to throw himself into his work. I completely understand the parallels between sex and real estate. Of course, I did live and work on the isle of Manhattan for nineteen years.

Have you ever played Sunday NY Times house? That's when you read all the real estate classifieds in the Sunday Times magazine section, pick your favorite, and then defend your choice to/with friends. Over drinks on Sunday night, if possible. I don't even know if the super duper deluxe real ESTATE listings are still in the magazine section. If so, how are they weathering the real estate disaster that even the endless boosterism of the San Diego Union-Tribune sees now. OK, I am going to stop being mean. I actually did read the book in its entirety. The fact that I can't focus on much at a time these days is not the book's fault.

I wish I could make a better report. I am finishing up my most recent spa medication, and reading a coupla-three things that are looking good. Will keep posting--promise!

PS: Blogger's spell check does not recognize "internet" ?!?#%^

Yes Virgina, there is a sanity claus

It has been expressed to me many (many many) times over the years that I am more than a touch odd. I tend to shrug it off as the ravings of so-called sane people. I love beauty, logic, order, serenity--I really do. Unfortunately, every once in a while, everything I know and hold dear gets wacky. I am one of those heretical ex-cataloguers with insurmountable control issues. I have gone head to head about series statements in the past. Fortunately, I went over to the bright side (public service), before I became an old, bitter, pessimistic person. No, I am a happy camper. MPOW rocks.

A little over a week ago, I had an adverse reaction to a medication. Worst of all, it was a timed release med. Hello insomnia, followed by sleep deprivation. What was most wiggy maybe was that I was completely sane throughout. Knew the date, the president, got the EMS folk discussing impeachment.

Definitely getting better. Started bibliotherapy. I have to right now do two quick book mentions. The Secret History of the Pink Carnation was an ok read. I thought at first it was time-travel romance. What happened to time travel romance??? Are there any new titles/authors?

Anyway, this is actually set in England now, and England and France during the
age of Napoleon.

Dude! Did you see the subject tracing Women graduate students -- Fiction. ? Some one was lazy and put in that, but not France, espionage, Napoleon ( he is an actual character). I don't see me dashing out to get the rest of the series, but The Secret History made me think about women and history in a useful way

OK, time to run, but more to come, I promise.


Whee, up on the Ferris wheel. Woo, I can do order lists upside down.

Easter (not related to Patti Smith)

I thought this was the best possible Easter greeting for boomers. My dear friend Mary sent it to me. (Thank you, Mary!) It is from her family. I ask you not to further its distribution. I have not put it on flickr--and if I find it there, I will hunt you down. I get to use my boomers tag again! What will be the date when boomer=geezer? Never mind. Happy Easter. I hope you are all prepared for the ceremonial roasting of the peeps! Love, E