1. Things are gettin' mighty crazy up in here. I'm hoping I haven't relapsed into "girl sure does like to bite off more than she can chew!" territory. I don't *think* I'm there yet, but it's yet to be determined, I suppose. Which means, further, that maybe I still have some control over whether I drive off that proverbial cliff or not, right? Heh.
2. My volunteer life is as busy as my work life and somewhere in there, I am still managing to have a semblance of a home-slash-personal life. So that's good. I guess? It will all smooth itself out once a groove gets hit, and then it will be easy listenin', it's got a good beat and you can dance to it, yeah, baby baby. That's the hope.
3. We went to see Diana Ross last night, and let me tell you, people. The woman may be nearly 70 yeas old, but she's still got it, and then some. The house was packed, and she had all of us eating out of the palm of her hand. My husband was impressed by her non-stop megawatt smile and positivity. I was just impressed, period.
4. The tickets last night were the first in a series I bought for my honey on the occasion of his birthday-slash-our anniversary. There are five events in the mix, ranging from Miz Ross to Les Miz. I passed on the Beach Boys and the Celtic Woman thing, but we are lined up to see the Doobie Brothers, Dennis DeYoung, Ani DeFranco and Dawes on Mountain Stage, Diana Krall, and our local - outstanding - musical theater group's production of Les Misérables.
5. As it happens, our "permanent" seats for these shows are directly in front of those for a couple we know, but haven't seen since we moved back. Well...my husband has seen his counterpart because they work in the same industry, but I hadn't seen her, and we hadn't seen them as a couple in nearly 20 years! We went out after the show last night for a drink at the little dive bar across the street from the venue and it was really nice. And fun! I'm looking forward to sharing more evenings with them as this season of performances unfolds.
6. I am always - and understandably, I believe - wary when news comes down that "They" are planning to turn a favorite book into a movie. When the book is not just a favorite, but a beloved, wariness grows to downright hardcore cynicism. Case in point: The Book Thief. I don't just love this book; I hold it up among my sacred tomes, right alongside To Kill a Mockingbird, A Separate Peace, and The Catcher in the Rye. So when a film treatment was announced, you could say I cringed. But yesterday, I saw a trailer for the upcoming film, and 90% of my fears were washed away with the tide of emotion it engendered. It looks and feels exactly as I saw it in my head as I was reading, and that rarely - if ever - happens. I'm very much looking forward to seeing it in full.
7. Just for fun, I googled A Separate Peace - written by the West Virginia born John Knowles, for the record - and was shocked to realize a film had been made of it, as well. I must have known this at the time it happened, but I have no recollection of it now. I may have to hunt it down on Netflix and give it a watch. I have heard recurring rumors of a Catcher in the Rye film over the years, and as recently as this summer. On this matter, I'm afraid I agree wholeheartedly with its author, Mr. Salinger, who argued magnificently against such an endeavor in a 1957 letter.
8. I hate to chat about the weather, even when it deserves discussion. So let's pretend like this particular item doesn't exist at all or covers some new and original ground and doesn't make obnoxious, vociferous reference to the fact that I AM SO OVER THIS FREAKING RAIN ALREADY.
9. The husband and I, or should I say the grandpa and I, are going to DC to babysit Miss Henley over an extra long Labor Day weekend whilst her parents traipse off to Chicago for their 436th wedding of the summer. Lucky for us! This may be our last real visit to DC for years to come, as the Higgs family prepares to return to Virginia to set up their homestead. I'm going to miss visiting DC at the drop of a hat, but I feel like we've capitalized fully on embracing the city while we had the chance. Besides, this move brings my babies 2+ hours closer to me, and that is a very fine thing, indeed.
10. Elmore Leonard would be aghast had he the opportunity to read anything I've ever written here. I can't help myself. I type the sentences as they scroll through my brain and it turns out, I'm a wordy sort. (I just started to apologize for that, but you know what? Hell, no. LOL)
11. Since this post seems to have a very book-ish bent - quite by accident, I might add - I am going to share this link with you that combines two of my favorite things for the price of a single click: Rory Gilmore and a reading challenge. I mean. C'mon. What's not to love?! (For the record, I scored an embarrassingly low number on this. Even when I went back to include movie versions I've seen. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this, beyond mortified.)
12. I just finished reading Crapalachia by Scott McClanahan (another West Virginia author). I made a rather public proclamation that I would reserve judgment of this book until actually reading. Truth is, I was fully prepared to hate it before I even owned it and had even partially composed a scathing dissertation about how West Virginians are their own worst enemies, etc. and so on in my head. Bigger truth? I adored this book. Every last word. It's so honest, it's so vivid, it's so thickly populated with people I recognize. Crap-e diem, indeed.
13. I have a real live girlfriend date for margaritas, queso, and catching up tonight. I'm inordinately excited. Do you have any idea how long it's been? Way too, that's what! I need to start inserting these into my schedule on a more regular basis. Because nothing helps a girl feel sane and confident quite like having a few solid gal pals in her corner, I tell you what.
*Title quote, appropriate hear for a multitude of reasons, stolen/borrowed from William Nicholson.