• Happy birthday to Sophia Loren. I have nothing to say in her honor, but Turner Classic Movies is giving her the morning. Did she ever have a doll? Can you imagine the suitcase of clothes and shoes for it if she did? And the boyfriend doll? Hmm
• Also, happy birthday to Upton Sinclair, author of The Jungle. His doll would provide some very unsatisfactory playtime. And he would be indignant to know that someone was reducing him to a toy.
• This is Fair Week in Small Town. Dozens of 4H kids are working with their farm animals and the gazillion other projects those kids compete with. I was never in 4H, so I can only go by what I've seen in the horse barn and in the project galleries. If this is all that made up The Fair, I'd welcome it, but no--we've got tractor pulls, low-grade country performers, carnies, elephant ears, and the people who come down from the hills--the people you wouldn't even know lived in Ohio except for the appearance they make during fair week--the people who remind you that you do live in Appalachia--the people who the long-time residents call Hoopies--the people who give everyone else a chance to feel superior. And who wouldn't welcome that.
• As an act of self-indulgence, I'm going to have roast duck for dinner this evening. It's a self-indulgence because Husband is going out of town on business for a few days, and #2 has a tennis match that may last until 7 or so, and she's not a big fan of duck. But the little guy is thawing in the fridge--it's today or never. I may even set a place at the table, light the candles, pour the wine, and use an actual napkin instead of a torn off piece of paper towel.
• Also, happy birthday to Upton Sinclair, author of The Jungle. His doll would provide some very unsatisfactory playtime. And he would be indignant to know that someone was reducing him to a toy.
• This is Fair Week in Small Town. Dozens of 4H kids are working with their farm animals and the gazillion other projects those kids compete with. I was never in 4H, so I can only go by what I've seen in the horse barn and in the project galleries. If this is all that made up The Fair, I'd welcome it, but no--we've got tractor pulls, low-grade country performers, carnies, elephant ears, and the people who come down from the hills--the people you wouldn't even know lived in Ohio except for the appearance they make during fair week--the people who remind you that you do live in Appalachia--the people who the long-time residents call Hoopies--the people who give everyone else a chance to feel superior. And who wouldn't welcome that.
• As an act of self-indulgence, I'm going to have roast duck for dinner this evening. It's a self-indulgence because Husband is going out of town on business for a few days, and #2 has a tennis match that may last until 7 or so, and she's not a big fan of duck. But the little guy is thawing in the fridge--it's today or never. I may even set a place at the table, light the candles, pour the wine, and use an actual napkin instead of a torn off piece of paper towel.
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Enjoy your duck. I will be having hamburgers.