March 12, 2006

Sunday Morning Coming Down

I was in the bookstore yesterday (by myself, woo!), and I came across something called "The Official Bush Bashers Guide" or some such twaddle. I glanced at it and remarked loudly "Who the hell would actually buy this trash?" There was also a slim volume titled "What Went Wrong in Ohio" regarding the 2004 vote.

Ponderous trash, all of it, and I stalked away from that section of the store. I tried to look up those books on Amazon so I could link them, but that site is pissing me off lately, so you'll have to take my word for it.

If you're wondering what I did buy, I got a biograpy on Clark Gable (who was born twenty minutes from where I live -- Cadiz, OH), a book by Francine Rivers, and "The Bible for Dummies." I need all the help I can get.

So, here it is, Sunday morning, and I revived a tradition Husband and I started when we lived in PA: listening to music instead of watching the boob tube. I managed to dig the Lewis and Clark soundtrack out of a packing box, so that's what we're listening to now. You know what I'm talking about, the PBS Ken Burns program. I love the music.

Now if I could find all that Civil War hammer dulcimer fiddle banjo stuff I'd be set. One would think that after two years we'd have all our stuff unpacked, but that's not the case.

Okay, I really have to go eat something before we go to church. Last time my stomach growled so loud the guy in front of us heard!