Rainy Days & Mondays, etc. etc.

I don't want to, you know, jinx anything, but it appears that everyone who lives under my roof is currently in good health. If you don't count the coughing, that is. We sound like a herd of barking seals (seals travel in herds, do they not? I'm far too lazy to google it...). Maybe it's just the rain, but I'm still feeling a little zapped. So much so that the girls made their own sad little lunch today: string cheese, graham crackers, and apple slices. Vida put everything in pretty dishes, set them on a tray, and served her sisters in the living room. And for this I heartily thank her.

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The excellent AD has bid adieu and turned off his comments, a deft move which prevents his readers from whining and screaming, "Noooooo! Don't go!" If I thought that putting my clenched fists on my hips and stomping my feet would woo him back, I'd do it. Alas.

Bah!

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In happier news, the Beauty & Power in Filipino/American Communities conference is zooming into view. It is always a pleasure to read with Jean and Miz BJ, and I'm looking forward to meeting Noel Alumit, whose Letters to Montgomery Clift I very much admire.

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Would you believe I finally finished Jonathan Strange & Dr. Norrell? It was so satisfying to put that humungous muther back on the shelf. Delightful, truly escapist reading, by the way.

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Now, about this whole Johnny Depp/Angelina Jolie/Wuthering Heights thing. I am—I don't mind revealing—a fan of The Depp. The Depp will do a fine job sulking about the moors, howling, brooding, glowering. Angelina I am not so thrilled with. Maybe it will prove to be brilliant casting, but I don't think Kathy should be played by a woman who looks like she would just as soon kiss a man as pluck his still beating heart from his chest, attach it to some elastic, and use it to hold back her ravishing locks. Lalalalalalalala....