Seven Quick Takes – Sleep-Deprived Edition

Take 1

The Man was called into the hospital last night and didn’t get home until 1:30 in the morning. Followed by another page in the wee hours of the night. I’m a jumpy sleeper when he’s at the hospital so I didn’t bother trying. Instead I sketched and wrote until he got home. Given that we’re usually in bed by 9:00 it was oh-so-exciting and grown up. Okay, not really. Long nights studying in college took all the glamour out of staying up late.

Take 2

Friday evening we crashed on the couch and watched the 1995 version of Persuasion starring Amanda Root and Ciaran Hinds for the first time. My brother and his girlfriend sent it for my birthday – what a great movie! It joins my favorite Austen movies list along with Emma with Gwyneth Paltrow, the new multi-part BBC Emma that just came out, BBC’s 1996 Pride & Prejudice, the 1995 Sense & Sensibility with Emma Thompson, and the 2007 version of Persuasion that we discovered at the library a couple of weeks ago.

Take 3

I spent yesterday stripping wallpaper in our master bathroom. The old stuff was very 1990 Holiday Inn. Having worked out my wallpaper-stripping/wall scraping apprenticeship on truly nightmarish stuff in my parents’ old bedroom – visible gaps sealed with green paint – this is a comparatively pleasant experience.

Take 4

Hopefully we’ll go swimming at a nearby state park today. We try to get out and explore something every non-working weekend. So far: a weekend hiking and swimming at a couple of state parks near the mountains, a day-trip to swim at another state park on the coast, hiking at a park half an hour to our north, a hike in town, biking a wooded bike trail along a local river, swimming on post, exploring local towns, and climbing at a rock climbing gym in town. We like cheap fun and the outdoors. Our other routine weekend fun is hanging out at the bookstore (just to browse, not to buy). It’s a peaceful break combined with a splurge on a baked good from their coffee shop.

Take 5

Carl gave me Taboo for my birthday. At one point I was guessing and he was giving the hints.

“Oh, this is the hat the Pope wears on his head. You know, it’s tall, and shaped like this, and has these shiny patterns.”

I blanked out on the word so he added on an extra hint: “The same name as what Miss Congeniality wears on her head in the beauty pageant.”

“….a tiara?”


“Carl, the Pope does not wear a tiara.”

I spent the next couple of days snorting at the image of His Holiness doing a beauty pageant wave with a cute little sequin-encrusted crown. But you know what? He was actually right, at least half-way. What he was describing was a mitre, and the Pope is no longer crowned with a tiara, but he once was: Mea maxima culpa, dear.

Take 6

Two separate times, he gave what I thought were completely bewildering hints. First, “What you do when you’re sent to the coroner.” Well, personally, I thought you’d either be dead or grieving, but the word turned out to be “Sulk”. That seemed strange, but I didn’t say anything. Then on a later turn the hint he gave was: “Jesus the coroner.” Which was just too bizarre not to say anything on. The word was “Stone”. It turns out when Carl says “Corner” I hear “Coroner.” Glad that’s cleared up.

Taboo debate score: Carl, 3, Me, nil. And he beat me in the actual game too.

Take 7

There’s no time to plant a garden this summer but I hung a couple of $7 baskets of flowering plants on the front porch. That, plus our American flag out front, plus our shady white colonial = hello, Norman Rockwell.



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