The Day Before Thanksgiving 2013

Self is reading her UCLA Extension students’ work (This is not work; it is fun).

They had to hand in their final assignments yesterday, and self has to send feedback over the next few days.

Since it is just herself and The Man at home (Sole Fruit of Her Loins is attending a swing dance contest in Palm Springs, and Jennie is driving home to Las Cruces New Mexico), self does not feel any pressure at all to have a Thanksgiving table laid out.  She did, however, buy a prime rib roast; The Man says he will barbecue it in the backyard.

She has looked at the movies currently showing and is very excited to see that Alexander Payne’s “Nebraska” has arrived at Palo Alto Square.  Moreover, “All is Lost” is still showing, as is James Gandolfini’s last movie (whose name self is blanking on at the moment; it’s a romantic comedy with Julia Louis-Dreyfus)

She looks over her reading list and adds a couple more books:  Annette Gordon-Reed’s The Hemingses of Monticello:  An American Family; a novel about Guatemala by Sylvia Sellers-Garcia, When the Ground Turns In Its Sleep; Alix Kates Shulman’s 1972 autobiographical novel, Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen (what a great title); Jhumpa Lahiri’s story collection, Unaccustomed Earth, and her second book, the novel The Namesake (Self felt not the slightest interest in seeing the movie, since it starred that guy in Harold and Kumar).  Hopefully all these books are available in her local library; self made a resolution, decades ago, that she would not buy a book if a copy were available at her local library.  This resolution has successfully resulted in savings (probably) of thousands of dollars.

The book self is currently reading is the book she brought with her to Miami:  Michael Connelly’s The Lincoln Lawyer.  It is extremely interesting, not least because the main character, the titular Lincoln Lawyer, is so entranced by the spoiled, rich young man he has just acquired as a client (played by Ryan Philippe in the movie version, an inspired casting choice) that he loses his customary caution and soon finds himself sucked into a cauldron of lies. Self forgot how the movie ended, since she saw it several years ago. She is happy that she is reading the book and feeling the tension of not knowing (or remembering) the final outcome.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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