In honor of Aimee (or I guess in memory of her, since she's gone for two weeks) I decided to copy her photo and post one of the fish in our family room. Lovely, right? There's some story my dad would love to tell about catching this fish but I can't remember it. I know our friend the fish moved all over Florida with us and originated in Minnesota.
I'm finished with the Schulman book, and working on writing a fair review. Now I'm reading my last fluff novel for the semester, Forever in Blue: The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood. So sad to know my days of learning about the Traveling Pants are numbered.For fun, which of the sisters are you (Bee, Lena, Carmen, or Tibby)? I'll start things off. I'm a combo of Carmen and Tibby with a little Bee in the mix. Ultimately, I think I'm most like Tibby.
Fascination! Tonight I found out that my mom sleeps with a bar of soap underneath the sheet at the foot of her bed in order to prevent foot cramps. It's worked for months. (She used to get a lot of cramps. Apparently this was published in the local paper. Breda, any medical thoughts?)
Tonight we played our last round of Scrabble before I return to New York. For most of the game, mom was in the lead, though even dad was ahead at times. Then I used all my letters to make the word "suction," and I soared forward. In the end, Mom had 203, Dad had 230, and I won with 243. I can go back to New York as the champion (although technically Mom won 50 percent of the games and I won the other half).All in all, a good visit. Helped me get over my post-residency depression. Thanks, parents.
