At home.I will:
- read (Wizard of the Crow, by Ngugi Wa Thiong'o)
- study (German)
- write (my cunning little LitCrit paper, and a project I'll keep to myself for now)
- work (editing an instrumental line for a music publisher)
- practice the piano (Schumann's Wanderer Fantasy)
- cook (braised pork with prunes and apricots)
- walk (the dog)
- knit (myself a malabrigo hat, someone else a sweater)
- blog (I have readers in Boston, France, and the UK now. We're going to have to start dressing better for this blog, people)
- visit (with anyone who comes by. But I won't come to you. I'm going to be at home, remember?)
Join me: have a productive and fulfilling weekend yourself.
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I will:
attend ("You Can't Take It With You" in the newly remodeled auditorium across the street, because Young Jason did the set design)
stretch (carefully in special-needs yoga)
lunch (with Young Wendy at Barbette)
practice (Schubert Impromptu, Opus post. 142 - D 935, number 2, in A-flat major, which you will never hear me play, because, well, you know. . .)
attend ("Frankenstein Incarnate" at Theater Unbound because Young Julia did the lighting design)
move paper (with a vengeance, so that people send me money)
solve the problems of the world (with Ted and Marianne, over eggs bennie)
be inspired (by you being so utterly productive).
I will:
Sit on my arse, bed sores and all, knitting and watching TV, in a Vicodin-induced haze.
I'm appointing myself the official spokesperson of all your readers in France until such time as the others protest this decision (no doubt by going on strike and/or storming my apartment).
We are:
- reading your blog
- wearing 8 year-old sweaters, 4 year-old jeans, and slippers, and
- eating Skippy creamy peanut butter straight from the jar (12 oz., purchased at our local Parisian Monoprix supermarket for 4 euros--about $5.90--what with it being an exotic foreign luxury import and all).
Which is to say, no need to dress up for us!
Stephanie
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