You know that song “Mirrors” by whats-his-name former *NSYNC lead? The song that is played three times an hour on every radio station in the country, including those stations typically reserved for classical and/or talk? That song has been stuck in my head for the past three days. This afternoon I even invented an elaborate system which involved showering with the door partly open so that Mac could blast “Mirrors” without suffering steam damage.
Ruby–who has only just learned to whine when she has to use the outdoor facilities (before she simply followed one of us around with her ears perked)–and I discovered a mystery whilst patrolling the yard yesterday evening. Sidenote: Ruby is a dog, not my human younger sister. My real human younger sister only whines when I talk to her during Pretty Little Liars. Anyway, some kind of animal was up in a tree clipping sizeable branches and letting them fall to the ground. There was already a scattering of green-leaved sticks when Ruby and I arrived on site, and a few more fell as we peered up to catch a glimpse of the creature. No luck. The foliage was thick enough to hide it, and it quieted once it spotted us. Was it a squirrel? But I’ve never seen a squirrel prune branches like that, unless it’s beginning to build a nest for winter and planned to gather the clippings later? Was it a bear? I’ve seen a treed bear before. For a split second I thought maybe a pet monkey had escaped from somewhere and was about to flash down at me, teeth bared. But perhaps that’s not it either. If any zoologists care to comment, particularly if you can support my monkey theory, I would be grateful.
I would like to dispel any rumors involving the feature film Cheaper by the Dozen, starring Steve Martin and Bonnie Hunt. The movie is, in fact, based on a real-life family, but only so far as both the real and the fictional family had twelve children. The real-life family, the Gilbreths, were quite different than Steve and Bonnie’s in every other way. The parents, Frank Bunker Gilbreth, Sr. and Lillian Moller Gilbreth, were pioneers in the field of motion study around the turn of the century. And the book–written by two of the children–details the uniqueness of a large family governed by notions of efficiency. Think French and German language records played in the bathrooms. The book is heartwarming and very funny:
“Dad himself used to tell a story about one time when Mother went off to fill a lecture engagement and left him in charge at home. When Mother returned, she asked him if everything had run smoothly.
Didn’t have any trouble except with that one over there,’ he replied. ‘But a spanking brought him into line.’
Mother could handle any crisis without losing her composure.
That’s not one of ours, dear,’ she said. ‘He belongs next door.”
I’m attending my first tomorrow. I mean, I was a flower girl for my aunt and uncle’s wedding when I was five, but all I remember about that is enjoying the swish of my beautiful dress. Tomorrow two of my friends from college marry. I will be wearing lipstick. I will likely cry. I will likely make a fool of myself on the dance floor. But I’m so excited that I doubt I’ll sleep well tonight.
This blog reader:
Okay, guys: this is cool and something you should look into if you, like me, keep tabs on about twelve different blogs. To get set up, all you have to do is make a free account with Feedly, enter the URLs of the blogs you read, and then the day’s postings appear right on your Feedly. No need to go to each individual website. I use Feedly on Mac and as a mobile app, and both are user-friendly and frankly pretty slick.
This TV show:
When I was in high school and everyone else in the nation was watching The Office, I wasn’t. What was I watching instead? Survivor, House Hunters, probably some Disney Channel. The commentaries on the Chronicles of Narnia DVD. I don’t know what was wrong with me, either. I’m on the bandwagon now, however, and happy to be here. Kevin and his squinty-eyed one liners are my favorites.