February 21st, 2006

little review

Poem for Tuesday

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Home from Pennsylvania. We almost had an enormous disaster -- younger son's Nintendo DS went missing when we were ready to leave. We spent two hours tearing the house apart looking for it, and finally left without it, to sounds of sobbing. Got a call on the cell phone ten minutes down Route 16 -- father-in-law had discovered it in the lining of the recliner, where it had somehow migrated after falling into the reclining mechanism. After much maneuvering of the upholstery, he drove down to meet us at the edge of a manure factory and after near death by asphyxiation while waiting for him, all was well. (Until apaulled told younger son he had too many stuffed penguins on his bed and should move some, causing a new crisis, but that is a different story.)

I owe lots of mail and comments and unpacking and stuff, but ended up spending too much time tonight here. Have no regrets whatsoever. Except that Snape doesn't want me. Photos to end President's Day weekend:

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Ice dancing made me want to cry. Last Winter Olympics, we were in Los Angeles for my brother-in-law's wedding and I watched distracted at the houses of relatives and friends, only barely noting the new rules and the horror of music with lyrics, allowing people to do a lot of arm-waving while Sarah Brightman sang instead of actually having to interpret songs without words. I usually root for Israelis but what kind of idiots skate to "Bolero" in a post-T&D world? I'm happy for the Americans as they skated a very pretty program, and any couple who skates to Peter Gabriel's music for The Last Temptation of Christ gets two clicks for making my night. But wow, how we have fallen from the night Klimova and Ponomarenko skated that magnificent program to Bach.

Oh yeah...happy 60th, Alan Rickman! *blows your candles*