Mostly I just putter.

Doctoral student, amateur cook, beginning sewer.

Mostly I just putter.





Saturday, August 11, 2007

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Still Haven't Found (What I'm Looking For)

  • printer paper
  • the copy of Freakonomics that I started before we moved
  • good dishes
  • some of our everyday dishes
  • safety pins (something rarely needed until they're lost and now have needed three times in the last week)
  • battery charger for the digital camera

What I've read...

Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss. Ugh. Boring. It could have been a helpful tool but mostly it just bored me. I ended up skimming the last third. It would have been better if I'd been a Lit major and understood some of the literary references, but I'm just not that smart. One thing I did take from it was the "Oxford comma" which I'm now seeing everywhere.

Now, on to Harry Potter! I'm continuing the "Hey! Maybe I'll read books that everyone else has already read forever ago and forgotten already!" theme.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Covet, part II


Or this.

Covet


My grandmother collects teacups and saucers, and I've always loved her Lomonosov sets the best. I had one teacup that I found in an antique shop, but it broke a few years back. As I was kicking around on the internet the other night I found this set. Do you suppose it's too early to make a Christmas list?

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

What I've read...

During my vacation last week I spent most of my time unpacking and getting the house livable. However, I did manage to read two books.

The Pact, by Jodi Picoult, was a bittersweet tale. I've seen her books but never read any of them. Certainly not life-changing, but a good vacation read. It also offers a few interesting tidbits about the psychology of teen relationships.

I am always conflicted about reading Oprah Book Club selections. I know it's going to be good, but I also know I'm going to be depressed when I'm done. Drowning Ruth, by Christina Schwarz, was different in that I wasn't as depressed as usual. Didn't shed a single tear. Maybe I am dead inside? That being said, when I was reading it, it was hard putting it down.

I started Freakonomics right before we moved but I haven't found the box it was packed in. More on that later when it is discovered again.