The first important part of my week is the latest book I’ve been reading. It’s entitled Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin by Marion Meade (here lately I’ve been really drawn toward nonfiction, especially since finishing Antonia Frasier’s Marie Antoinette: The Journey). This book is fascinating, a look into the lives of Dorothy Parker, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Edna Ferber, Zelda Fitzgerald, among others. I really appreciate seeing the ‘other side’ of the literary world at that time, these women don’t get nearly the press that Hemingway and others did. One thing these women are teaching me is that despite what I always believed, I am, in fact, very, very, very normal.

The second event of note in my life this week happened this morning. Every now and then I see something completely and totally odd on my commute to work. It’s a thirty something minute drive, and inevitably somewhere amidst the downtown buildings something bizarre presents itself. This morning it was a little man, hunched back beneath a red backpack. He had grey hair and tattered cargo shorts and was jogging backwards down a city street… his back toward traffic. I have no idea who he was or what his thinking involved (perhaps he found it better to have traffic see him first). I was filled with pity for him, he was obviously homeless, but at the same time it was in a 30 mph zone, so surely no one ran him down. But on the flip side, it tickles me to no end to see out of the ordinary things everyday. Wouldn’t life be boring if it were filled with ordinary people like me, dressed mostly in black, driving fast while spilling Starbucks on their car seats?
The third item that has taken my focus this week is my quest for Halloween crows. I’ve vowed to acquire a few before the Halloween rush takes place and empties the shelves of all the good decorations. I first stopped into Hobby Lobby (the name of that store cracks me up) and was aghast… no crows in sight. Not even a tiny one. I then trucked it over to Michael's, and once again, thwarted. No crows. Finally, after two other non profitable stops, I found a big shelf of crows at Tuesday Morning… for $18 a piece! Ackck! I think I shall be crow-less this Halloween, and I’m very disappointed about it.

That’s my insane week in a nutshell. Oh sure, I did lots of other things. I did dishes, I was nearly rear ended on the bridge during rush hour traffic on Wednesday, I watered the yard, and I folded towels. But as I look back on it, the only things of interest were my book, a crazy man, and unattainable crows.
















































