Bibliomama

Two people, one tiny cabin, some wine and a ladder up to bed. What could go wrong? My friend Jody (HI JODY) found these adorable glamping cabins in Quebec and I shamelessly stole her idea (SORRY JODY) for the one weekend my husband is home this fall.  The weather has been the perfect mix of what he likes (sunny) and what I like (cold).  This small canoe felt extremely tippy, but the water was gorgeous. Matt suggested I could just post the pictures without telling everyone what a whiny coward I was, but that's just not me.  So pretty. So tippy.  I read on the deck until my fingers wouldn't move anymore.  Hot tub and fire pit on deck.  Lucy living her best life with Sonia and Avani. 

 Sorry for swearing. Canada Post just went on strike, which I knew was going to happen, but it's a mental blow anyway. I love sending Christmas cards and receiving Christmas cards, and if there are none I'm going to be really sad. I'll still write them and send them whenever things get settled. I feel for the postal workers, but it's also a really different world for sending stuff these days, so I'm not terribly hopeful that this will be settled quickly. It's going to make Christmas present shopping challenging too - I can 'shop local' as much as possible, but local doesn't always mean small business. It's fine. My children aren't small and will understand. Sucks for people who aren't in the same position.  I'm just sad. 

I called the post that because I had a random memory of a kids' book called the I Hate Taffy Sinclair Club. Whoops, I double checked and it was actually called the Against Taffy Sinclair Club. I never actually read it. And I don't really hate Sara Linton. It would be weird if I hated her. She's just a poor, hard-working doctor widow. Also, she's fictional. Sara Linton is the protagonist of half a dozen books by Karin Slaughter. I read a few of these books and then stopped reading them because I just didn't find them that compelling, and Sara Linton was a little sappy and too perfect, and therefore uninteresting. Then Slaughter came out with a book about Will Trent, a former foster child who now works for the Georgia Bureau of Investigation. I read this book - Triptych - and was fairly blown away. It seemed like a breakout book, with characterization on a whole new level. Trent was appealingly flawed, and the book trended darker and what can I say, I'm a little t

I keep typing things and erasing them because it sounds complainy. Not that I'm complaining-averse, you understand, I just usually save it for Surly Thursday .  Last Tuesday I had to get a filling replaced on my right back molar, which meant my head was bent in the exact wrong direction - well, right direction to maximally aggravate my neck pain. Yesterday I had an ultrasound on my left breast (it's fine), which meant I had to bend my left arm behind my head for five or ten minutes, which was likewise really crappy for my neck. I then realized that I had booked my flu and covid shots for next Tuesday (maybe I should change it to Surly Tuesday). I've been adding every single thing to my calendar because I can't keep a thought in my head lately. but unfortunately I only added the date and time, not the location. I finally figured out where it was supposed to be, and then realized I didn't actually have to go next Tuesday, thus ensuring that I would feel crappy on Wedn

It's the day when I have run out of post ideas for NaBloPoMo. I know Engie's blog has a list of topics, but today I'm just going to look at my own list of drafts. I don't anticipate this will generate anything cohesive and coherent, to be clear. I often text myself reminders - grocery lists, books to read, things to talk to Matt about when I see him, etc. Usually, even if I've forgotten about the thing altogether, seeing the text reminds me. Occasionally I come across one that completely mystifies me. Like SOA. I texted it to myself TWICE. SOA. Tried to Google it. Society of Actuaries? Unlikely. All my jobs? Already did that. One of my university boyfriends telling me how he and his brother bought his mom Poison Toilet Water when they were little. Honestly, the 'toilet water' thing is endlessly amusing to me.  I have memories of show and tell in grades one and two. Is it still common for kids to say 'what' instead of 'that'? Matthew Alpajero

 I woke up today, still buzzing from the concert last night, and read in bed for a bit. Then I got up and went to wash my face and dry shampoo my hair a little because I was planning to put away the rest of the Halloween decorations, go for a walk and do yoga before showering and washing my hair. For the most part, I find that dry shampoo works really well to get my hair through day two and sometimes three. The only part where this doesn't work is my bangs. If I'm going to work or out somewhere where people are going to see me, I put the rest of my hair up and wash my bangs. If I'm just working out or doing chores, I put in a little extra dry shampoo and still can't look in the mirror. I usually use the Lush dry shampoo, which is a powder. A few months ago, I bought a small can of Amika dry shampoo, which is a spray. I haven't found spray dry shampoo to be that effective in the past, but the Amika mousse I have is really good, and I saw it at Sephora so thought I wo