That's My Answer's Mingle
Zoe and I went out for coffee and hot chocolate on Saturday morning. She was very impressed with the design in her drink.
We were at Vino Cappuccino, which is right next to the train tracks in Brookfield. On our way to the car there was a train going by, so I took a picture of it.
For lunch we went to Cafe Hollander in Wauwatosa, which is also by the train tracks and wouldn’t you know there was another train.
Saturday was rounded out at First Stage Children’s Theater where we saw The Thief Lord. It was pretty good, although the bar was set VERY HIGH at the last play we saw there: The Best Christmas Pageant Ever.
So I’m sitting at my dining room table, on my laptop and on my iPhone too, when all of a sudden my phone starts to ring. My husband, who is sitting across the room from me on the couch, playing Call of Duty on his PlayStation 3, says to me: “Who is calling you at 10 p.m. on a Friday night?”.
I look at my phone and see the familiar photo of my caller.
It’s my husband and he’s calling me on his cellphone.
I say: “It’s you.”
Without missing a gunshot on his game he says: “Huh?”
Of course I answer it because I’m thinking that he left his phone somewhere and someone’s found it and they are calling people in his address book to try to return it. Yes, I totally know what’s going on.
So I’m all: “Hello? Hello? Hello?” and I walk over to my husband to show him that he’s calling me, and of course ask him through grit teeth: “Wheredidyouleaveyourcellphone? Whereisit?” — the whole time while covering the phone so whoever is calling me doesn’t realize that I’m totally on to him, or her. This person isn’t catching me with my guard down.
My husband says: “My phone is in my backpack. It’s probably Rudy.”
I disconnect the call and then turn my gaze to his backpack. The cats are all over his backpack and as I walk over my phone starts ringing — it’s Hubs again.
Maybe I should change the photo to Rudy’s?
- I did vinyasa yoga four days in a row: Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.
- I topped that off on Wednesday with a spin class.
- I don’t think I’m doing it that way next week, my legs need a break.
- I don’t think tea is going to do it for me today, I really need a strong cup of coffee.
- Yesterday I finished reading The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery, I really enjoyed it.
- Next to read is Cocktails for Three by Madeleine Wickham.
- I wanted to name my daughter Madeleine, but I knew it would get shortened to Maddie, and that would drive me nuts.
- Every once in a while we call her Madeleine just to see how it feels, Zoe does NOT like it.
- My cat, Olive, is the most uncoordinated cat I’ve ever had.
- But she loves me and I am her person so that’s just fine with me.
- I am anxiously waiting for AMC to announce the day(s) for their annual Best Picture Showcase so I can buy my tickets.
- Of the 10 movies that have been nominated for the best picture this year, I’ve already seen 4 of them.
- There’s a clean load of laundry in the dryer and I’m avoiding folding it.
About a month ago my husband bought a paperback book by a popular writer. I won’t share the writer with you for spoiler purposes, but the author churns out books one right after another. A few of them have been made into movies, and most of them have the same hero.
When my husband put the book in the shopping cart I said to him: “Haven’t you read that book already?”
He didn’t think so.
But then as he started to read it he began to wonder – Maybe he had he read this book before?
Then again – Maybe not.
And so it went. He’d be reading, and then he’d put it down and say to me: “I can’t tell yet if I’ve read this book.”
He’s now past the halfway mark, and the hero just died.
The hero just died.
And as he’s telling me this all I can think to say to him is: ”I think now is a good time to determine if you’ve read it before or not. Don’t you?”
