Unfortunate Graphic...

Sometimes, while an image may exactly capture the essence of the story, said image may be insensitive or otherwise inappropriate to attach to the story. Ahem:


Let's see it up close:

stupid irony

So, sometime after my post last week, I lost my iPod. I miss it so much :(

I do not know what happened-- I distinctly remember unplugging it from the tape that plays it on my car stereo and dropping it into my purse. The next day, I went to pull it out of my purse and it wasn't there. I text messaged John to see if had it-- nope. I dumped out my purse-- nothing. Looked under the seats in my car-- zip. Looked all around my house-- zero.

I cannot understand how I could lose it walking from my car to my apartment...I think I would have noticed if something of that size fell out of my purse; so I feel like it has to be somewhere in my apartment...but it's not. I do hope I find it. I miss it. I looked at postings on Craigslist, to see if maybe I would want to buy a used replacement until I could afford a new one, and it just made me sad. It's just a little 2GB, but my mom put a little inscription on it for me--a totally dorky one, too-- but now I can't imagine having an iPod without that. And then, if I did lose it, is someone walking about with MY iPod, with MY inscription on it?

Come back to me, little Nano!

I love Tchaikovsky

Oh Friends, I promise you there is more to my life than my cat's birthday, although not reflected in the content of my blog postings.

I have been a busy lil' worker bee of late, and am plum worn out when I get home at night. The computer screen is about the last thing I want to engage with after hours, and so I have been avoiding my computer (and thus, my blog) by dutifully reading The Other Boleyn Girl (quite enjoyable read) for book club, or else watching season one of The Tudors (also enjoyable, although there is frequent nudity).

Alas, I have finished with both, and so have turned my attention to music. Sometimes the shuffle setting on my ipod leads me to little discoveries, such as: I really love Tchaikovsky (he's not just for Christmas, you know). I derive such deep pleasure from his craft that even my nagging late afternoon headache has dissipated-- yeay for music!