Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Like everyone, I'm a little freaked out about Bannon right now (he says, like Lenin, he would like to destroy the state and all of today's establishment), and Trump firing the acting AG who disagreed with him.

But anyway, I always have to get ready in the morning in a short period of time, and I notice that I always put on foundation and lipstick, but wear my baggy, gray, homeless-person sweatpants. Priorities. I do always run into a ton of people on the way to Zoe's school, but I guess I would rather be seen in sweatpants than without makeup. I wonder if other people are the reverse (would skip makeup but put on a fabulous outfit). I feel like people look at your face first, or almost exclusively.

I also saw a squirrel jump about a foot in the air, startled. Another mom saw it too, and giggled.

A preorder showed up on my Kindle: 4 3 2 1 by Paul Auster. The New Yorker had said it verged on tedious, so I considered canceling the preorder, but now I'm glad I didn't. He has such a natural ease for storytelling. A secretary at a law firm where I worked recommended him to me, years ago. She's long gone, in Oregon or something, but her recommendation lingers on. Funny how that works. There are a few authors I still read, years after falling out of touch with the recommender.

2 comments:

Rachel Federman said...

Really like this post - plus it made me laugh - harder to do these days.

I look like crap all around when I go out but I should probably make a bare minimum effort.

Bearette said...

I'm glad it made you laugh :) I figured it was time for a (mostly) not political post.