Happy Veteran’s Day, everybody. 
We’ve spent it eating delish cornmeal strawberry pancakes (the dogs got their Mickey Mouse pancake, per tradition) and singing along with too-loud music (Magnetic Fields, Johnny Cash, and Kristin Hersh, thus far) and painting the front room and some assorted pieces of furniture and reorganizing. Earlier, I finally gave up on the return of VHS* (I was a hold out on cassette tapes too), and tossed all our tapes. A trash bag and a half full of Buster Keaton and weird Houdini movies and many, many fine screwballs and proto-screwballs (all of which, I’m now assured, are on DVD). A technological era has ended. And our DVDs now fit in the glass case that previously held the VHS tapes.
The sad thing about painting the front room (which, to be honest, Christopher is mainly doing — I’m much better at purging and organizing and prepping than the actual physical labor… especially in a room with elaborate trim!)? Is that it makes me want to paint the living room and the kitchen even more.
See: Home ownership, the joys of. (It is joyous when the painting is done though. But the dogs and cat are nervous and exploration-inclined in the meantime and there are stacks of displaced books everywhichwhere.)
Pictures someday soonish. The great e-mail answering project returns tomorrow, but I’ve already got ye olde inbox down from 2,000+ to 78 or so.
*I will be insufferable at being forced to give these up if, in the great zombie apocalypse ahead, all we can find for entertainment are VHS players.
