End of the Week

I won't be waxing as elegantly this time as I just pushed the wrong button and lost all that I had just written. To recap, what I moments ago recorded: I have decided to post the pictures of my friends reading this, which isn't a daunting task at all since I don't really give out this address. The latest to join the gang is Amanda, a friend through cec. I read a total of two blogs on a regular basis: cece's and amanda's (well and mine too, so I guess it's really three). Sorry I don't have any good pictures.



On another note, it must be the change in weather, but I, along with almost everyone I know, seem to have lost my energy and have the blahs. I sooo did not want to get out of bed this morning - it felt like Saturday, but it wasn't! I am definately going to have a low key weekend, nothing too much planned. I want to find a new knitting project (yes I do knit, but not enough to have a real knitting blog). I've started a few sweaters but none that have gotten me really excited (not in a hot and bothered way, silly).



Also, another ending, on my way into work I finished my book I was reading this week, Jenny & the Jaws of Life by Jincy Willett. I found it laying around the office and took it. Someone had left it at a Roundtable months ago and it went unclaimed. It was republished a few years ago with an intro by David Sedaris (love him) which is what got me to pick it up.



At first I foud the short stories good, but than as the week progressed I realized I wasn't going to return the book. She has a similar style of wit and humor as Sedaris (although not as eccentric) and many of the stories nicely lingered after reading. Spattered amongst the narratives were sudden strange twists, such as in Resume (not sure if this translates when it is taken out of context, but there really isn't much context to begin with),

Still. The fact is, I could easily have been a Good German.

Now at this point I could do two things. I could say, But look, I'm not a Good German. But that shouldn't cut any ice with you. It doesn't even impress me. Here's the other, more interesting, way I could go: I know I'm Good German material. That is, I may not amount to much, but I don't kid myself. So I should get points, etc.

But I'm not going to go that way. Not because you wouldn't fall for it, because, frankly, you're not too predictable. Meaning no disrespect, of course, but every once in a while you don't make perfect sense to me. For instance, every hour of every day of my life. Example: the wildebeest.

And on it goes, but you get the gyst. Anyways, it's sad that it's all ended. No more stories to discover on the way home tonight. I think I'll stop by the library.