Monday, January 26, 2015

Hair issues

So TRQ doesn't believe in gray hair, a fact I've written about before.  And I did wonder when I decided to go au natural what her response would be.

The people, she has been a model of restraint although I know this state of affairs is making her die a little inside every time she sees me.  But nary an anti-gray word as passed her lips lo these many months, and I have been beyond impressed.

However.  The last two times she's seen me she's asked if I've recently dyed my hair blue.  BLUE!   At first I thought she was kidding as in "HA!  HA!  LITTLE OLD LADIES WITH GRAY HAIR LIKE TO DYE THEIR HAIR BLUE!"  But then I realized her question was serious.

It must be said that TRQ does have some precedent for worrying about cotton candy hair color where I'm concerned. A few years ago when I ran the Tinker Bell half, I put a little pink in my hair just to make myself feel fleet of foot and fairy-ish.  So it would not surprise her (nor would it please her) if I showed up with blue hair.

But no.  My hair is not blue.

Except that my dad yesterday also asked me if my hair was blue.  He was staring at me when he asked this, looking genuinely puzzled as in "I THINK MY DAUGHTER HAS BLUE HAIR TODAY, BUT WHY?"

So I said, "DAD!  I do not have blue hair."

To which he said, "Well, you never know with people who live in the Avenues."

Friday, January 23, 2015

Tom Brady

. . . talking about you know what.

I will remain mum on the subject because it's disturbing to my boys when I discuss balls, but Ken Cannon did make an interesting point.  Football and baseball differ in this way:  it's not cheating in baseball if you can get away with it.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

It's a full-fledged eating emergency now

I already told you about the chocolat-pains-of-shame that I consumed in the parking lot of Sprouts.  And now I must tell you that things have gone from bad to worse.  You can totally take this line from that Rolling Stones song--"I'll come to your emotional rescue"--and turn it into a line that describes me right now--"I've become an emotional eater (ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh)."

Yesterday I consumed (among other things) chocolate cake, a doughnut, movie popcorn (with butter) and a Twix bar.  I didn't even enjoy eating them.  It was just all OPEN MOUTH AND INSERT FOOD NOW.

Ugh.  Why do I think this is never going to happen again?

On the bright side!  I'm meeting TRQ for lunch today at Paradise Bakery!

(See?  More food . . . )

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Remember that list I told you about?

The list of beliefs?  Here it is in column form.

I woke up in the middle of the night last night worried about this one for some reason.  Really.  AS IF ANYBODY CARES.  But I worried about sounding facile and precious and full of myself.  Ugh.  But it's too late now.  Column's already up and at 'em.

I will say this.  It was a fun column to write.  And I'd love to hear a few of your core beliefs, too.

Sunday, January 18, 2015


This morning I woke up missing my grandparents.  I don't know.  Maybe I dreamt about them last night and can't remember.  But the missing part this morning has been fierce--thinking about the way my grandfather would take off his trucker-style hat and rub the bristle on his mostly bald head or the way my grandmother would make certain pronouncements like, "I can leave sweets alone.  It's bread that's my downfall."

I miss my old people.

And it occurs to me this morning that when I was young and happy in their company, they were probably missing their old people, too.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Top Ten Reasons Why I Love Librarians

Tonight I'm speaking briefly (5 minutes!) to a group of people who are graduating with an MS in Library Science.  I thought I'd do a David Letterman-type Top Ten List for the occasion.  Here's what I'm going to say.

10.  Librarians are the guardians of civilization.  In his book How the Irish Saved Civilization, Thomas Cahill contends those Irish monks dwelling on the margins of the western world were able to save the written word from roaming, ravaging hordes of barbarians.  Librarians have picked up where the Irish left off.

9.  Librarians stand up for that most American of values--the freedom for people to say (and write) what they want to, even if those librarians don't agree with the sentiments.

8.  Librarians are willing to stand up to their communities when they feel like freedom of speech is being trampled upon.  This means librarians are very brave.

7.  On the other hand, librarians help create tighter-knit communities with the outreach programs they create.  Book groups.  City read programs.  Lectures.  Films.  Free seminars on things like tax preparation.  Librarians offer so many services that benefit the community at large.

6.  Speaking of programs, librarians give me something to do when I babysit my granddaughter.  The story hours at our local libraries are the best.  Especially when bubble machines are involved.

5.  Librarians are willing to help a Luddite like me negotiate the strange and changing landscape of library technology.

4.  Librarians are happy to shelve for me.  As both a housewife and a bookseller, I shelve for other people.  It's nice when someone does it for me.

3.  Librarians know how to party.  I have witnessed this for myself firsthand at ALA conventions.

2.  Librarians are good at promoting our local authors.  As one of those local authors, I am very grateful.

1.  Librarians help create a sanctuary for those of us who need one.  Sometimes that sanctuary is literal.  Go visit the downtown library on a cold day.  Sometimes that sanctuary is psychological.  Doesn't matter which--just that it's there.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Cats and dogs and dogs and cats

Today I have been working on a piece (possibly a column) called "This I Believe" like that old NPR gag.  I started off by saying, "I believe all depressed people should own a dog."

But now I'm wondering if the Cat People out there will arm themselves with pitchforks and come a-lookin' for me if I don't mention--you know--cats.  Because I like cats, too, although I guess if I could only choose a cat or a dog I would probably choose a parrot.

Because I'm contrary.

Anyway, I think the purr of a cat curling up next to you is one of life's best sounds.  One of my cats--the really stupid one and I don't say that judgmentally--is presiding over my keyboard now.  Purring.  And making me happy.

Which do you prefer?  And why?