Chicken pot pie, Penguins hockey, then episode 2 of Black Sails, then maybe SNL until I fall asleep in the chair and once again fail to yell at drunks outside. Sounds like a solid plan.
Don’t know how many of you know David Ferguson at the Raw Story, but his mum is going through a horrible spell at the moment, battling cancer, a staph infection, and embolisms in the lungs. He’s asked for thoughts and prayers, and I told him I would huddle with the dogs and the Steve and send positive thoughts. If you know him, or if you are just someone who wants to send some good vibes, keep him and his mom in your thoughts.
Speaking of moms, this is what it is like when your parents are English profs, as all conversations on the phone for your entire adult life are little more than attempts to one-up or out-clever each other. Like tonight, when I got the upper hand:
Me: Hey, What’s going on?
Mom: I’m feeding the dogs while Seth walks them.
Me: That’s weird. Why don’t you try to feed them while they are stationary?
Mom: That’s not what I meant. I am putting out their food while Seth walks them.
Me: Well, that’s not what you said.
I think because all my conversations with my mom and brother are like this, that is why I get so angry when I sloppily write something and some of you intentionally misinterpret it, and all I can think is I can’t get away from these people (my family). Now they have willing and gleeful internet surrogates.
Oh, the reason I was calling my mom was to tell her that Wiley Cash’s second book, This Dark Road to Mercy, which becomes available in a few days, has already been selected by the Oprah book thing, which is really amazing.
I am sure we can schedule another live chat.
Also, I completely realized I promised autographed books a few months back, took the names, and then with Wiley moving back to NC, forgot to get them signed and shipped. I will take care of that on Monday.