Month: November 2006

This family is not fun to be with. The pilgrims didn't have many chairs, and if there was one, the dad sat in it because he was the head of the house. We're an abnormal family because you are so involved in your kids' lives. The pilgrims signed a peace treaty with the Native Americans. That means their team wouldn't fight with the other team. There are too many people in our family. The pilgrims were cold and hungry. Half of them died. Half of them didn't. Can I just live in the basement? Thus went dinner conversation around the Valentine/Godfrey table for the past couple nights. In less time than it took to prepare the meals, eat them, and clean up afterwards, my kids have pushed me to the brink of insanity with all this talk of pilgrims and teen angst. I can't take any more. Bella came out of her kindergarten class with a gaggle of other girls, all of them resembling the Flying Nun (remember...

I love the public library. Not just the one in Windsor, but every public library I've ever walked into. Some are admittedly nicer than others. But it isn't the building or the layout I enjoy; it's the smell, the atmosphere, the hordes of books and CDs and audio books and movies and magazines that surround me. When the world ends, I want to be in a public library. I usually go to the library armed with a list of books I want to read. My "Books to Read Before I Die" list is a pipe dream, really. I know I'll never have the time to read every book on my list, or the ones that will one day appear there. Still, I like my list. It's long. It's comforting. And I can add and delete book titles for any reason I like, or no reason at all. My book list is my little effort at rebellion. On my way to the checkout...