and francis thinks i play all day...

i am just smitten with the music of erik satie, still, and so spent quite a few hours this morning "researching" more about him, which means: googling him, and then reading what wikipedia has to say, and jumping around from there, which included: avant-garde, the Dada movement, readymades, and the difference between modernism and postmodernism.
all very fascinating. really. (i know, know...i am a nerd.)

then i spent some time googling folding beach chairs, because i know exactly what i want, and i found it here, only i'm not sure it exists anymore. (scroll on down and hop around. another very interesting website.) the blue and white striped folding beach chair is EXACTLY what i want. however, i am not in europe in the early 1900's, so my chances of finding it are slim.

to round out my morning at the computer, i updated my netflix queue. i could show it to you, but i guess you have to be my netflix friend to do that. i have to admit, i am quite the netflix junkie. i will confess we have an embarrassing amount: 389 movies in our queue, and we've rated 1,421! plus, i can lose track of many many minutes reading other peoples reviews of movies, and laughing at them. as does greg. completely shameless, i know.

i got a letter from my grandmother today. she is 81 years old, and still sends out handwritten letters, like clockwork, to all her children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren, for holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, graduation, and any other special day. that is definitely a lost art: the handwritten letter...

"...God's creatures are busy in my back yard since a bird feeder has been put in place. i get a close-up of the rabbit, too, that comes early in the morning to nibble on the grass or whatever is his delicacy... -my love, grandma ellie"

so, all this faffing about, which did not include: my morning latte, doing a load of laundry, cleaning the bathroom and scrubbing the tub, cleaning out the fish tank for the frogs, washing the dishes, and tidying the house from weekend mad-dashes everywhere, which thankfully got done just in the nick of time, when francis got home from school. so a cup of tea, and a little blog later,and i'm off to make supper...