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Bookshelf porn

Book­shelf porn. I like this one, though it’s more art than book­shelf. Thanks to the Bet­ter Half for the link.

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Provincetown, 2010

We finally had a long-ish week­end away. We spent the week­end in Province­town, at the tip of Cape Cod. There was walk­ing– and eat­ing greasy Por­tuguese sand­wiches for break­fast includ­ing a custardy-yum pasteis de nata and fab­u­lous fish and chips for din­ner one night and another HOMGYUM break­fast oh, there was laugh­ing and […]

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Well, since my last post, it hasn’t quite been boils, fell beasts and death– but there have been a vari­ety of dra­mas and ail­ments.  To acknowl­edge the hard times of late, my Bet­ter Half bought me a present on what was– for me– not a Good Fri­day at all.
Pics, ’cause it hap­pened.
But wait.  There is more.  […]

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I drink the cof­fee the husband’s made for me
at the same time I’m dry­ing my hair and scan­ning the Times for the head­lines.
Eight a.m. is too early to work,
at least that’s what I think.
Get­ting going takes every­thing in me some morn­ings.
The cof­fee, though– it does make a dif­fer­ence.
(He’s the hus­band because he is sin­gu­lar.)
The drive […]

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Mary, Quite

She wants him to leave for work early on her week­days off.  After all, she spends her whole week­end day off with him or him and his fam­ily, every wak­ing moment, prac­ti­cally.  Isn’t it fair that she should have some time to her­self?  Except she misses him when he’s not there—thinks about him, calls him […]

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It’s snow­ing out­side.  What are you going to do about that?”
“Ignore it until it goes away.”
“You are not allowed to usurp my meth­ods of cop­ing.”
“I learned it by watch­ing you, alright? I learned it by watch­ing you!”

Min­utes later:  “What the hell did I marry a weather witch for if you’re not going to use your pow­ers for my […]

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Your week­end moment of Zen is brought to you by the Bet­ter Half, who poured me my FOURTH glass of pros­ecco not long ago.
It’s true– once the bub­bles are gone, it’s no good.
Wish­ing you all a fizzy week­end with no hangovers.

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Kids these days …

The hus­band upgraded the ver­sion of Word­press I use yes­ter­day, which involved a fair amount of cussing at the site host server– #&*&%^&%$ timed logouts and non-intuitive lay­out and fucked up con­tra­dic­tory upload and ftp client server sec­tions, GoDaddy can Yo Mama as far as the BH is con­cerned– and then a cer­tain amount of […]

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I was IMing with the BH today, let­ting him know that I had all the ingre­di­ents ready for a french-style salad with fried rounds of goat cheese for din­ner (more on that later) and the phone rang.  It was an unlisted num­ber, but in the vein of doing things that aren’t actu­ally brave but that […]

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The year began with dinner

It’s not lunch a la Peter Mayle, I didn’t get started as early as that, (bet­ter late than never) but the BH and I rang in the Yes Year (Damn, that’s hokey, but what else to call it except maybe A Year in JP?  Hmm.) on Mon­day night with my own ver­sion of the bruschetta […]

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