It’s raining here this morning, that kind of steady downpour that REALLY makes you just want to get back into bed. But no! It’s Wednesday! Time to get up, up, up!
Oops, sorry about the enthusiasm. It’s kind of imperative, though.
Anyway, in other breaking news, I am old. I know, I know, I say this almost every week. But truly, I am constantly reminded. The latest: recently, during all my purging of drawers, I found this little item called Mr. T In Your Pocket. It’s basically a little plastic thing with buttons, and a keychain, and when you push the buttons it plays certain Mr. T phrases. Like, “I pity the fool!” and “Don’t make me mad!” as well as other A-Team era favorites. So my daughter’s running around, pushing the buttons constantly, and I roll my eyes at my college age babysitter and say, “Gotta love Mr. T.” She just looks at me. “Who is he?” she asks. My mouth drops. She reminds me—-as she often has to—that she was born in 1988, the year I GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL. Someone who was born when I graduated is old enough to BE IN COLLEGE and take care of MY BABY. Whoa. And how do you even explain Mr. T? I didn’t even try. Maybe I should send her a YouTube video, or something.
In MUCH more literary news, yesterday I finished Laurie Halse Anderson’s newest book, Wintergirls. Again: Whoa. It is so, so good, incredibly compelling reading. There are times when it’s a hard book to read, the voice is so raw and real, but again, Laurie just takes a topic and makes it completely her own. It’s out March 19th, and I highly recommend it.
Finally, I was tickled at the response on my Facebook when, on a whim, I referenced Rock of Love Bus in my status. (“Sarah is thinking that you were not really there for Bret.”) It started as a joke between me and my friend Courtney, as we are both obsessed with the show, but I was amazed at the number of people who got it and commented back. Many of them were people I NEVER would have expected to watch this show: professors, writers, actual Serious People. So clearly, I am not alone in my mix of repulsion/addiction to Bret Michaels. I mean, his show.
Okay, still raining. Still sleepy. But off I go….