Didn't feel much like winter today

Only a Hamilton and a half

And not even that much, really. Rob and I picked up n-i-n-e-t-e-e-n titles at the OPL progressive (and perpetual) book sale today for dirt cheap. I know, like we need more books. But come on! We need more books! You know how it is. Here's what we came home with, and there were almost this many more we could have purchased as well, but as you have probably already remarked to yourself, we are nothing if not paragons of self-control. That was a joke. And we need more books.

• 20 Plays of the NO Theatre
• All the Plays of Molnar
• archy and mehitabel—Which I find incredible because I was just thinking of these two, ever so longingly, yesterday.
• Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons
• Good Bones and Simple Murders by Margaret Atwood
• Haiku by R. H. Blyth
• Play-Making: A Manual of Craftsmanship by William Archer
• Seven One-Act Plays by Bernard Shaw
• The Alcestiad, or, A Life in the Sun by Thornton Wilder
• The BFG by Roald Dahl
• The Complete Works of Saki
• The Dark Comedy: The Development of Modern Comic Tragedy
• The Four Seasons, Japanese Haiku—This one's printed by Peter Pauper Press, which we collect.
• The Misanthrope and Other Plays by Molière—Just last night I fell in love all over again with the man's work (while watching a performance of Tartuffe, which you should also see before it's gone) and, Voilà! A sweet little volume lands in my lap.
• The Moose—Rob's special pick, the one I likely won't read, but I love it for its inscribed center page, which was ripped out and then stuck back in its proper place. It reads in a big frivolous hand beneath an illustration of some mounted antlers: "With a French Kiss—and a Jamaican laugh and international love—d."
• The Philosophy of Kant

[This has nothing to do with my book list, but I want to interject here that my dog is a few feet away from me, curled up on the hallway rug, talking in his sleep. He's putting big bad bully dogs in their places, from the sound of it. Good boy, Izzy!]

• The Reading of Poetry—Yay for grade school Language Arts! Yay for funky covers from the early 60s!
• Twenty One-Act Plays
• Victorian Ghost Stories by Eminent Women Writers—I got this for a particular friend, but she won't know it till I've done reading it myself.

I didn't realize till just now how many of these books are drama-related. Hmmm.

Thinking with you

It's a long dumb story that I'm not sure I should tell in its entirety, for the sake of saving others' faces, but there's one little new part I do want to share. Someone's expressed interest in making a short film with a script I wrote, someone I like and believe I can trust. In a moment of silliness, I Googled an online oracle, of the Magic 8-ball variety, and posed my question to the cyber plastic guru: "Will _____ and I make a good film together?" My answer came in the form of a word ("SUCCESS") and a song, which is supposed to help me understand the answer that already is. Fun, right? I wish I could post a link to the song so you could have a listen, but it's nowhere to be found on YouTube. But do look up Rachel Ries. I've got a new favorite artist for my iPod. Lyrics:

I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To be sitting here at the seaside
Thinking of you

Oh, they all come and go
Like the tide and the cold
But my baby still has a hold
On my soul

Oh, the winter winds blow
And the ocean sure is freezing
My toes when I get too close
To the water's edge

But I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To be sitting here at the seaside
Thinking of you

I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To come back from the bay and find you
Thinking of me

Oh, you put the kettle on
And you hold out your arms
And with Nina on the stereo you spin me
Round the room

Oh, the winter winds blow
And the heater's down again
But do I care? Oh, no, when I'm with my
Dearest one

'Cause I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To come back from the bay and find you
Thinking of me

The world may fall away
But with you I will stay, hey!

'Cause I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To be sitting here after hours
Thinking with you

Yeah, I'm the luckiest one
I'm the luckiest one
To be sitting here after hours
Thinking with you
Thinking with you
Thinking with you
Thinking with you

E.A.T. v.2

Heidi's posted another writing prompt: this time, a six-word memoir, a la Smith Magazine (via Talk of the Nation). I can't stop thinking about it. The fingers of my left hand are continually counting the words I'm stringing together in my head. Five? Out. Seven? Out. Six? Yeah, but is it a true six? Here's the first memoirette I feel pretty sure about. Yeah, I'm looking into the future here, but why not hope for the best? My life in six words:

Slow germination. Late bloomer. Good fruit.

So, what do you have to say for yourself? I'd like to read your life story in six words. So would Heidi. Go on, I dare you.