Archive for April 16th, 2009

How Does He Love Me?

April 16, 2009 @ 12:37 pm | Filed under:

Let me count the books.

After Scott left for the day, I found this on my pillow.


’Cause I’d said I was dying to read it.*

Yup, he’s a keeper, all right.

*Updating this with a Q-and-A from the comments, lest all my readers think Scott has lost his mind!

Q: “Was it a hint that the house was messy, was it exactly what you wanted, or was it a way of saying it´s ok honey, I love the house just the way it is?”

A: The answer is B—it was just what I wanted. :) The book actually isn’t about housekeeping at all; it’s a collection of Nick Hornby’s “What I read this month” essays from a literary magazine called The Believer. Hornby has published, I think, three volumes of these essays, about a year’s worth collected in each book, and this one is the newest one. I recently read his first collection, The Polysyllabic Spree, and I loved it and have been eager to read this new one–which is so new that it isn’t in our library system yet. Scott knew all this and treated me to the book, which he secretly bought when he was shopping for Rilla’s birthday book the other night.

He went to the Springsteen concert in L.A. last night, first time he’s gone without me in three tours, but we didn’t think it would be a good idea to bring a 3-month-old along so I passed on this one. After Scott left for L.A. yesterday, I walked into our room and found this little surprise waiting on my pillow. Is he a gem or what? Leaving me some Nick Hornby so I won’t be lonely in his absence?

Art Doesn’t Always Imitate Life

April 16, 2009 @ 7:35 am | Filed under:

With all the Susan Boyle links everywhere, it’s not surprising I’ve got the Les Mis soundtrack playing in my head. Turns out it can be really distressing to one’s husband and children when one absentmindedly belts out “I Dreamed a Dream” while washing the breakfast dishes. And not just because I’m no Susan Boyle or Patti LuPone.

“I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living…”

Whoops! Sorry, guys. It’s just lyrics. I don’t really think we all live in a yellow submarine, either.