Not enough kids on my street to make it worthwhile to buy bags and bags and bags and bags of calories, so, with husband working, I dimmed the lights, had a glass of wine and enjoyed the last bit of sun on the patio. Nice. Among birds spotted at dusk at the feeder: purple finch, song sparrow, chickadee, titmouse and cardinal. A perfect combination of my favorite colors: grey, taupe, red and brown (though the titmouse breaks out of that family with its bluish grey coloring all around).
Saturday night, for the first time in ages, we stayed up long enough to watch Saturday Night Live, of which we got a kick out of the Rhianna skit with Adam Samberg. Not a Rhianna fan, but hey, how can you not be a fan of creative writing? ;)
Loved all the letters to the editor in the Sunday Styles section of the NY Times today, responding to Dominique Browning's essay on long hair in older women. Amazing to read how many women, if you extrapolate from the responses, have not had their hair cut in ages. For me, it's been almost a year, partly due to, at this time last year, having a husband in the hospital.
Now, so long. I like it; and it's nice to be able to pull it up in a pony or a bun. And wear pretty barettes.
November tomorrow. Amazing. Seems like spring was only yesterday.
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