Three good things about this week
This picture of Audrey Hepburn, via West Whim, origin unknown.
This essay, "Thin mints and fungo bats" from Chris Erskine in the LAT.
Speaking of which, this is the year we move the bed. I'm tired of the bed facing east and want to swing it around facing north — toward Anchorage, the city of my destiny. I'm pretty sure I devoured too much Jack London as a kid, and the little guy is now following in my eye steps, falling asleep on my shoulder as I read him "White Fang" each night.
Anchorage is in our future, I just have a feeling. I think we'd like it up there. Posh would go bananas, but that seems inevitable in a life with me. To soften the transition, I'd buy her a snazzy snowmobile and a gold-mining pan. I'd name a typeface after her: Posh Courier Condensed. I'd write her dirty limericks that don't quite rhyme. I'd run her for governor.
And this winery calendar that includes a croquet contest.
