Possibly, · I'm · Insane

Today we went to the wine tasting, lots of fun as usual. The wine tasting is tricky, because I have to travel--gasp!--out to the suburbs to get to the liquor store. I do not do well in suburbs. Once I had to go to the suburbs, and I got so lost and confused that I pulled the car over and sent everyone a frantic e-mail: "I hate the suburbs. It is DARK and they have TREES." But it's true! It was dark! And they do have trees! Dark trees! These suburbs are okay, because they're not very woodsy and very civilized. Plus it was daytime. So I didn't go through any panic and was very calm, except for my usual road rage at ALL THE PEOPLE WHO ARE INTENT ON DRIVING IN A WAY THAT WILL ANNOY TO THE MAXIMUM DEGREE. 

I bought far too many bottles of various types of spakling wine (I think I bought every type they were selling), a couple of interesting whites, and a pinot grigio that was the best I'd ever tasted.  arctacudasaid all the vendors are happy to see me coming: "Small girl, drinking lots of wine, buy one of everything at my table!" But I swear that I buy with restraint! I do! Plus I bought a lot of gift wines this time around, because it makes sense. 

Worked all day on my lovely website, which can be found here. It clearly needs a bit more work, but I am pleased with myself for figuring so much out! And now, as a reward, I get to watch some Who!

Stolen from starlightmoonla.

The top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish.

Stolen from beatlejessie

Stolen from rosa_acicularis.

Stolen from aibhinn .

Your Power Bird is a Dove

Deep and emotional, you can connect well with almost any living creature. You bring hope and optimism to any dire situation. You are both gentle and affectionate with everyone you love. Truly nurturing, most people consider you to be a mother figure.

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts celebrates Patriots Day. Which means I didn't have to work today. Now, there's a way in which this holiday is "fake," because of the rest of the country had to work. But it's actually a very nice holiday. It commemorates the anniversary of Paul Revere's midnight ride, which is a nice thing to remember, as it is, in a way, the beginning of everything (even if we seem to have ended up in a rather irritating place). They reenact the ride, and they fire shots on the town green in Lexington. The Red Sox play a special 11 a.m. baseball game, and, most importantly, the Boston Marathon is run. It is my understanding that this marathon is unique in the number of spectators it gets, and that's entirely because it's its own special holiday here in the city. Everyone takes the day off to line the route and cheer on the runners. It's actually quite lovely, and we had picture-perfect weather for it today: bright and sunny, in the 60s. 

I was particularly lucky this year, as I got to go to the marathon Monday Red Sox game on top of everything else. It was not as exciting as the games have been this weekend, but Buchholz pitched well, and it was never in doubt that I was going to hear "Dirty Water" at the end of it. 

Stolen from jlrpuck. It's a classic, but one I've never ever grown tired of. I've always thought "Coffee Spoons" would be a great title for my memoirs. Except I don't drink coffee.

 

It is one of those days when it is impossible not to love the city of Boston. The air feels like spring, there's not a cloud in the very, very blue sky, the dogwoods have suddenly exploded into blossom. Everyone has emerged, blinking, from the winter hibernation. The students are sprawled along every grassy area, the Charles is crowded with runners and bikers, and I just whipped my way down Storrow with the windows open. The Red Sox are at Fenway, and people are setting up their hat-selling stands, while the game-goers drift through Kenmore. Traffic is snarled with tourists who have no idea where they're going. 

I always love it here, even when it is the middle of winter and everybody is complaining. And I love it because eventually it gets to be like this, and I can't imagine ever living anywhere else.

Sigh. I missed the Red Sox game entirely, partly because I was working and partly because I was thrown off by the fact that it was on Fox and not NESN. I just figured this out ten minutes ago, when I turned on NESN for what I thought should be a pre-game and instead they were talking about hockey. So I locate the game, and I turn it on, and it's in a rain delay, so the Fox broadcasters are babbling about nothing, which is always painful. They are discussing the turning point of this Red Sox - Yankees game I missed, which was apparently Mike Mussina choosing to pitch to Manny Ramirez instead of walking him to face Youkilis. 

Fox Commentator So Stupid I Haven't Bothered to Learn His Name: One of these guys is going to the Hall of Fame, and the other one is going on the DL. 
Me, at home: Is Kevin Youkilis going on the DL? 
Fox Commentator: I mean, JD Drew, of course.  

At the point, the commentator clearly realizes he's not even talking about the right player. 

Fox Commentator: Even Kevin Youkilis, might be on the DL.

? I don't even understand what that comment is supposed to mean.

Back to my scintillating motion that I'm drafting.