Weekend is Waning

It’s very dreary, inside the house.

Walked the li’l crits. It was cold and Bella, the older beagle, could barely keep up with Gracie. Whenever self saw a dog coming in the opposite direction, she would tug the two dogs to the side. Thank goodness, Gracie refrained from giving her usual foaming-at-the-mouth-let-me-just-make-like-I’m-a-Rottweiler rendition.

Today, self has no idea where her head is at. She’s been reading the same two pages of Mme. Precious Ramotswe’s latest adventure, Blue Shoes and Happiness, over and over. And over. Perhaps she just needs to give herself time to adjust to the new clime? The last mystery she finished, after all (Boris Akunin’s The Death of Achilles — four stars!) was set in 19th century Moscow, and here she is now in Botswana! And everyone knows how hot it is in Botswana, no question it’s way different from the chilly clime of Russia!

Went to the Honeybaked Ham store in Palo Alto (just north of San Antonio Road), and such was hubby’s panic at the thought of never being able to taste Honeybaked Ham again, that he bought an eight-lb. ham, and four side dishes (!!@@##) even though there are only three of us at home for Thanksgiving.

Self still recovering from loss of the Axe yesterday. But, will wonders never cease? The worst team in the league, the Oakland Raiders, shocked the Cincinnati Bengals by beating them this afternoon, 20 to 17.

Let’s see, what else did self do this weekend?

Oh yes, self stayed up until 2 a.m. last night, watching Tom Wisdom in Romanian sci-fi epic, “Fire and Ice.” She nearly burst out laughing at first sight of him with moustache, because he reminded her so much of the young Cary Elwes in “The Princess Bride.” And there was not a single kissing scene between him and his co-star, even though the movie was supposed to be this big fantasy/action/romance thing. And the dragons (one “Fire,” so it was red; the other “Ice,” so it was grey) were absolutely the cheesiest thing self had ever seen since, since — “Jason and the Argonauts”? But, anyhoo, self quite content to see Mr. Wisdom again, and she fell asleep right afterwards, no problemo.

And now, the very last activity of the weekend, self is watching a preternaturally young-looking Brad Pitt in “Mr. and Mrs. Smith.” (He looks like a twenty-something in this movie)

And, dear blog readers might be happy to know that self has decided to bite the bullet and renew her expiring subscription to The Economist. She’s mailing the check tomorrow, before she can change her mind!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

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