my world is a perpetual SeeSaw

at least, today it is.

( lovely things from the weekend )

( so...the saw parts of the see )

( but...there are things to look forward to )

Of course, the other thing I'm looking forward to, with a grin, a giggle, and a set of posts I can't wait to hit send on?  summer_of_giles ... fandomy-goodness at it's best

huh, i think i have far more to be happy about than to worry, and writing it out always makes things feel better.  Thank goodness.

in other random mom stuff...

Have you ever read anything by Haruki Murakami?  He's one of the writers that got me into Japanese literature.  I adore him.  My mom finally picked up one of his books (and the first time I'd suggsted him to her was 1997).  However, it produced this email:

Here’s what I get from reading a whole book of Murakami short stories:

I had just finished a story about the "ice man" - you can read it when you receive the book I send. It was early morning. For some unknown reason, I was up at 6:30 a.m., unusual for even me, and started reading immediately. About 8 o'clock, I felt hungry. I got one of those ready made biscuit packages from the refrigerator, popped it open and put the biscuits on the cookie sheet. I turned on the oven to heat to 400 degrees. I got out a brie, the kind with the green basil pesto slathered between the layers, unwrapped it and placed it on a plate retreived from the clean dishes on the kitchen counter. I took an orange from the fesh fruit bin and began cutting it into wedges. It had one of those little oval labels on it saying "California Minnesota, USA." I thought, because I had been in Greece, Singapore and at the South Pole with Murakami: "Oh, this is from the United States." Then my world shifted and I thought: "I'm in the United States." And there I was, back in my own kitchen with my own knife in my hand, slicing up an orange at my own kitchen counter.

This is why I love her.  I just hope she doesn't kill me for posting it for the world to see...