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Sunday, April 08, 2007

March 1, 2007.

Oy Gevalt!

Too much chocolate + another major winter snow storm (complete with thunder and lightning, no less!) = one wide awake Chris who wants to vacuum closets and listen to polkas in the middle of the night. Oy gevalt!

My dad's room is right next door to mine, and he just went to bed (so tired from Emergency Preparedness Shopping on Wednesday night [one LP indoor space heater, a big battery operated Lantern, bottled water, canned goods, bread, and last but not least - CHOCOLATE!)].

Our new home is a very charming Cape Cod built in 1946, and part of its "charm" (depending on whether one has a headache or not) is the squeaking floors. My dad too had too much chocolate (I know, that really does sound like an oxymoron!), and is desperate for sleep but is finding it impossible to catch any Zzzz's. Hence, I am trying to be really quiet in the hopes that he will eventually fall asleep faster so that I can make noise organizing all of my dresser drawers (my dresser drawers sound like thunder in the distance).

So, I've been knitting up a storm but finding it difficult to focus, so I think I'll roll my office chair over to the writing desk (which I inherited from my Italian Nani - lovely cherry wood with lots of cubby holes and drawers - the pride of my eyes even though it is usually stacked with a foot of letters, papers, and art supplies).

I digress. I think I will coast the office chair over to the writing desk, do some minimal tidying, and then commence some Crayola Therapy. (My kingdom for a new coloring book. I am tiring of Winnie the Pooh! ). There is something hypnotically soothing about coloring with crayons in a coloring book in the middle of the night, in the middle of a fierce winter storm (complete with thunder and lightning, no less!).

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As y'all can see in my Xangazon box, I have Netflixed Remington Steele, Season One. Actually, I finished watching it on Tuesday night and mailed it back on Wednesday. But it was interesting. The writing in the first two episodes wasn't as sharp as I had remembered from back in the 1980's, but in episodes three and four the writers and cast started to hit their stride. I will always remember Pierce Brosnan for Remington Steele, not for James Bond. It's so nice to see a handsome man with a SENSE OF HUMOR. Some of them can be so pretentious.

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It remains to be seen whether the weather will permit us to do our banking today (Thursday). I pay for my Netflix with a Visa gift card from the bank, and need to get a new gift card - from the local branch of the bank - today to pay for my Netflix for the month of March.

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I am getting into full throttle Irish Mode. Crank up the volume on your speakers and enjoy the traditional Irish folk song.

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Okay, I really need to do my Crayola Therapy now. I am actually using some psychology on myself by doing that, meaning if I enjoy coloring, then maybe it will evolve into some Calligraphy....

In the immortal words of Winnie the Pooh: Happy Thursday!

Currently Watching
Remington Steele - Season 1
By Stephanie Zimbalist, Pierce Brosnan, James Read (II), Janet DeMay, Doris Roberts

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