Good timing

Not that weekends mean a whole lot to me these days - I often have weekends that last whole weeks - but, still, the weekend just ahead is a holiday weekend, three days, and therefore a perfect time to begin Stieg Larsson's third Millenium book, "The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest" (its American title), released in the U.S. earlier this week. A link will find its way to the book list shortly.

Recently added to the list are "Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin: Writers Running Wild in the 20's," a book whose subtitle explains all, and "Wolf Hall," YA book about England's Henry VIII and his fantastic love life, etc. - this one featuring a (somewhat) rehabilitated Thomas Cromwell as its protagonist: both books are eminently worth reading - for different reasons, perhaps, but still. (If you're looking for one to take to the beach, "Bobbed Hair" would be it.)

I need ketchup. Why do I always run out at just the wrong time?

We had a brief but furious wind storm here late Wednesday night, just before midnight - it blew lots of debris from the trees around the house and elsewhere in knocked whole trees over and, of course, power lines down. Our lights only blinked a few times and clocks needed to be reset, but in the north part of town and in much of the surrounding area power is still off and expected to remain off until midnight Saturday, the power company says. This lack of power, as I've pointed out before, is the inevitable result of any kind of natural disturbance (wind, rain, snow, ice, fire, and flood), meaning the whole idea of all-electric cars is still a long, long way from being a universally good one.

On the other hand, it's entirely possible that if cars as well as refrigerators and freezers were useless this morning, the line at the local McDonald's about breakfast time might have been a whole lot shorter.