Kismet

Tim and I both had Peanuts Christmas tree ornaments when we were young. I'm the sort to draw much significance from such a thing.

We grew up very far apart-geographically and culturally-and so small coincidences like that make me wonder. For instance, there's a possibility that we were both in Hawaii in 1978, at the same time, under very different circumstances.

Anyway...

I'm feeling marginally better, but I missed book club last night, and I really hate that. Not only did I love our book this time, and really wanted to hear what all the very smart people in our book club had to say about it, but the meetings are the best. Grown-ups I know and like, talking about all sorts of interesting things, with good food, wine, and I don't even need to get a babysitter.

Instead, we stayed up way too late for a Wednesday, watching just the worst movie. Stupid. Bad. And not just bad, but also disturbing-images of awful things, which the director saw fit to keep flashing back to. No mas.

From now on, I am:

a)not watching movies on Wednesday nights when we should be in bed, or at least, at book club

b)sticking to movies that end with either a wedding or a baby. No torture scenes. No serial killers. No Al Pacino.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch the Charlie Brown Christmas special. I think Lucy and Schroeder end up together in this one.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.

tt

p.s. If you've read Half of a Yellow Sun, or even if you haven't, this thoughtful blogger also has a online book club which has great discussions of all sorts of compelling reads. You can check it out here.