I meant to have posted something meaty today, like a serious fragrance review or a discussion of How Le Temps d’une Fete Changed My Life or something.
But I’ve been writing fiction and I gots nothin’. Again: sorry.
So here’s a picture of Bookworm and PETBoy on a recent camping trip they took with some friends. They’re so cute.PETBoy, in case you were wondering, plans to attend a local university while living at home, and to enter a pharmacology program of study. He can do the first part of that (the four-year Bachelor’s degree) here, and then for the second part (three-year Pharmacist study) he’ll probably have to transfer elsewhere, but he’ll be close by. Maybe he’ll come over for dinner sometimes so I can spoil him a little.
Meanwhile, Bookworm is on pins and needles wanting to find out which residential college at Yale she’s been assigned to. That info should be disseminated later in the month.
And we have given the boys Indian names. You know, like in Dances with Wolves? There’s Dances with Wolves and Stands with a Fist and Wind in His Hair and Kicking Bird… we have Grumpy When Hungry (Gaze) and Toink in His Hair (Taz). Taz’ hair has been toinky ever since he was old enough to grow some. I love his hair.
I miss living in Roanoke. I miss the H&C coffee sign. And the Dr. Pepper sign. And the Texas Tavern sign. And the star, of course. Roanokers love their neon, it seems… Hey, you know, this coffee sign? it moves. That is, first the business name lights up, then the coffeepot itself, and then the coffee pours halfway down the stream, then all the way down, and gradually the cup fills up with thin rings of neon until everything is lit, as it is in the above photo. Then it goes black, and starts all over again. Coolest. Sign. Ever.