I knew this day was coming and I’m still sad.


Thanks to the Willamette Week tipping me off to the fact the Oregonian would cease seven-day publishing, I’ve had since January to adjust to the fact I will not be whipping through my newspaper every morning.  I’ll still be reading, most likely on my phone, but it just won’t be the same.

Postcards from Russia and WDC

I love the simple line drawing on this postcard.  David sent me a portion of Charles Bukowski’s poem “Consummation of Grief” which is striking and which I have fallen in love with. Thanks David.

This came from one half of my favorite blog: Pike Schemes.  We will see each other very soon and she is as excited as I am.  Because there’s nothing like a little trans-continental postcard communication when a face-to-face meeting in the hometown is imminent, though still seeming to be very far away.  Thanks Sara!
 
She apparently also was cleaning out her stamp collection.
 

Three sentence movie reviews: Downton Abbey Season III

Oh so many things happened in this season and I wasn’t really pleased with some of them.  Still, I’m intrigued by Mr. Fellows’ unorthodox use of cast members (is he a British version of Joss Whedon?) and let’s face it, I was engrossed the entire time.  I think with season four, I’ll make more of an effort to watch it in real time, because now everyone is over discussing what happened.

Cost:  $4.00 (first disc watched Comcast On Demand, last two discs rented from Videorama)
Where watched:  At mom’s house, with mom.