Marianna, who apparently possesses a time machine, sends recipe cards from 1973, one of my favorite years.
My mail collector has made another delivery. I continue to be amazed at the real nice niceness of the patriarchy-blaming community.
â€¢ Rene, yowser on the Michael Innes novel and the goofy flyer advertising (I think) German soy milk.
â€¢ Marianna, the exquisite shower curtain with pictures of raw steaks all over it has really given the drab old bathroom that much-needed butcher-chic makeover.
â€¢ Thanks to Jeanne and George for the cool ultramellow CD of Zen meditations, which, because I have little to no mindfulness, has already come in handy.
â€¢ Liza, meanwhile, has sent even more novels, as well as a great book about a chef.
â€¢ An anonymous benefactor has sent gourmet dog biscuits, which I am taking the liberty of forwarding to Zippy and Bert.
â€¢ Debby, the tangerine bath soap (les tumultes du monde dispariaissent) smells wonderful.
â€¢ Erin sends AC Newman’s solo album "The Slow Wonder," which, it will amaze her to hear, I actually really like (even the midtempo ballad, but only because it has whistling).
â€¢ And of course, Nancy’s gift of the Space Age Ant Farm "based on a 2003 NASA Space Shuttle experiment" was an unexpected and delightful surprise.
If I am very crafty, I think I can figure out how to incorporate all of these gifts into one megametablogular experience.
UPDATE: Kathy’s package of six thousand mystery novels has just arrived. Thanks!