This weekend was marked by a massage party, house hunting, and Harry Potter. The first sounds illicit but it wasn’t. A friend of mine organized brunch a three masseuses to come to her home and offer their services. It was a great way to begin my day.
House hunting was more productive this trip out and RJ took some video on his flip. I will be posting some of the video later tonight when I get home. We saw some great places and I’m feeling optimistic about the entire process.
Harry Potter was fun, as always. I’m glad we did not venture to the midnight showing this time. I like enthusiasm but I also like quiet, dark theaters. Watching the Half Blood Prince did prompt me to go home and pick up The Deathly Hallows which swallowed up most of my Sunday. But hey, it was raining.
In literary news:
“It was, of course, a miserable childhood: The happy childhood is hardly worth your while. Worse than the ordinary miserable childhood is the miserable Irish childhood, and worse yet is the miserable Irish Catholic childhood.”
In other news:
As of the end of the 2008 fiscal year, 753 farmers’ markets nationwide had accepted food stamp benefits, a 34 percent increase over the previous year, according to the federal Agriculture Department. Sales to customers using food stamps at the markets totaled $2.7 million in the 2008 fiscal year, the most recent period for which records are available.
Today marks the 40th anniversary of Neil Armstrong taking those historic first steps on the surface of the moon. On my way to school this morning, I was listening to an interview with Buzz Aldrin on NPR. He was talking about mostly the personal demons he faced after his trip to the moon, and the commentator said something that stuck with me, “So it was easier to map out complex missions into space then to map out one human life?”
I think there could be a poem there…