Finished reading: Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky: A London Trilogy (New York Review Books Classics) by Patrick Hamilton đ Intertwining stories of ordinary, miserable people in 1930s London, told with depth, sensitivity, and a light enough touch to be really entertaining.
Bottomless apple pie. Technically a cobbler, I suppose.
Walking the dog Sunday afternoon in my tweed jacket I realized that what divides me from nearly all of my neighbors is encapsulated by the fact that I put on nice clothes when I’m not working.
Meanwhile, a pizza. There has been a lot of pizza this fall, in part because with the kids off to college bread doesnât get eaten and I have to do something with the sourdough. I keep fiddling with it, but this one was really good. đ
Some days this is what the wood gives you.
New “desk sleigh” of a design I make occasionally, when I find the right size antique glasses cheap. It’s intended for pens and pencils and whatnot, but it also makes a pretty good little triple vase.
I had good intentions for mbnov, but I am giving myself license to bail on it early.
Oh, waitâŠ
So, this idea of pitchers âcombining for a no-hitter.â It seems to me like running a marathon as a relay: nice and all, but not nearly the same as doing it yourself.
I know this isnât a word, but it would make a great brand name for a short-lived 1890s brand of breakfast cereal.
