Thursday, November 20, 2008


I'm at my parents' house today, having taken a day off to hang out with my brother who's home for a week. Brother and Mom are at the grocery store, and Annika is finally down for a nap, so I have a few minutes with nothing pressing to do.

This is a very weird feeling.

Not really sure what to do with myself.

Borrowed a few books from my parents' bookshelf to read on the train: "Blue Blood", the memoirs of a NYPD cop, and "Eggs in the Coffee, Sheep in the Corn", an account of a city girl turned farmwife.

I'm almost done reading "Crime and Punishment." I bought it in one of those moments when I felt that I should really read more classic literature, that was probably at least a year ago, but now I'm finally reading it. Why are Russian novels always so gloomy?

Yesterday announced that they're pregnant. I gasped and got choked up about it, and then spent the rest of the afternoon pondering how it's possible that I can feel so emotionally invested in someone I've never met or spoken to personally. I definitely don't have more than a passing interest in celebrity pregnancies or babies. Then I realized that if closeness is created by the sharing of information - what are you doing? what do you like and dislike? how are you feeling and why? Then I have a lot more information input from Heather than I do from most of my close friends and even family. The internet is a strange and wondrous thing.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Lucky 13

I hit the polls early this morning, and was the 13th voter in line. Hopefully this is a good omen, not a bad one.

For me, it was certainly convenient - it meant that I only stood in line for about 10 minutes, and crossed one item off of my day's "to do" list before 8 am. Not bad.

Now, the mantra for the rest of the day:
Must not obsessively check election results.
Must not obsessively check election results.
Must not obsessively check election results.