Weekend Round-up

Diego

I consulted my expert on all things Hispanic /Latino, Rosie, regarding Diego. Her response:

"Dominican men are very friendly towards women. He does not feel sorry for you. He is showing you his rico suave moves that his father taught him, as his grandfather taught him and as his great-grandfather taught him. If you like the look of him, feel free, but just make sure that he is not married, has a baby mama or a girlfriend. You do not want her knocking on your door at two in the morning."

And so there went my three second fantasy of being Salma Hayak in a flouncy white dress, dancing with Diego on a patio lit with multi-colored lights. Oh well. Wasn't it pretty to think so?

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Stinky Me

I have noticed that as I am getting to be an old bat my skin is getting thinner. It's more sensitive than it used to be. It takes longer for cat scratches to heal.

Also? It hurts to take a shower. No, the water is not scalding hot, yes, the shower is set on the rainforest trickle setting, and still it hurts. I no longer shower daily but scrub the smelly bits with a fresh washcloth and soap.

I think this calls for a change of method, so will begin taking warm baths in the evenings before bed.

Meanwhile - dang, that hurts.

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Boris and Taylor Health Report

All seems to be going smoothly. I have to keep an eye on them, of course, and give them meds they don't want. Boris is terrific about getting sub q fluids.
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One of My Favorite Lines in Western Literature


"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

I just re-read The Great Gatsby. The writing at the start of the book is just mesmerizing. Once the story gets going, the language isn't as lyrical, but there's a feeling that nothing can stop the story. Fate is fate.

And Nick Carraway is not the innocent bystander / narrator I remembered him as being. He didn't go forward to the police and say, "Daisy was driving" while everyone was blaming Gatsby. No, they all closed ranks against the outsider. In fact, Nick was a bit of a hypocrite.

See you 20th Century American Lit tomorrow!