[No, not That Book; I have not changed my opinion there.]
OK, I’m 40. My brain is not what it once was, I’ll admit it. But it can still be “milk brain” even when you quit breastfeeding two years ago, right? How do I get things so wrong? And yet, still think I know what I am talking about?
I’m reading Pride and Prejudice (for the first time–yes, I went to public school for part of my life). Even though there are not many illustrations, I am enjoying it. Somehow I missed out reading much from this gal; have you heard of her? Jane something…..oh, right, Austin. Austen. Whatever. I went to school in Austin. Fun town. Recently known for this brilliant sex study. More on that another time.
Anyhoo. I’m reading and enjoying and telling others so proudly that I am cracking a Classic on my own. No book club push or nothin. Ya know, just for fun. And I repeatedly say, I like it, and I keep picturing Emma Thompson as I am reading. Love her, doncha. Yeah. Yeah. Yada yada. Then, finally, another movie person, someone with less milk-brain than I, said, uh, no, that was Sense and Sensibility, the Emma Thompson movie.
Oh.
Ever feel stupid? (this was up there with the time I almost stood up to tell a funny story at a wedding about my former roommate’s odd but regular use of a double boiler when what I meant was pressure cooker, a totally different and much funnier kitchen appliance; thank you, O Mother God for stopping me on that one! I’m that bad comedian saying “Oh, wait, did I tell you they were in a boat? I forget to mention the other one had a baseball bat in his hand…..ok, so anyway, where was I?)
I must have mentioned Emma to a dozen people already. None decided they’d break my illusion. Or maybe, like at home, my lips were moving and no one was listening to a damn thing anyway.
Pride and Prejudice…Sense and Sensibility. They sound the same. Let this be a lesson to you novelists. For the sake of lame-brained readers 100 years from now, could you come up with a distinctive title for each tomb?
Maybe something with a wizard in it?
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marvel at his ESP or whatever is drawing him to these people at that time. I am not surprised. Kinda fits the profile. Notice he does not snuggle up when you are alive with mileage to go? They want to pet me? Calling my name? Suckers, Oscar thinks, trotting away down the hall. 
I love how dogs will come back, time and again. Torture them and cut their nails, they come back. 
Really, it’s all about the same. I had about 20 years of single dating life before gettin’ hitched, so I can say it now with authority. Don’t be afraid, you go-getters, life can still be a party…..
I just have to share this new tidbit I found at the grocery store. Remember Constant Comment? Regular black tea but with spicy orange flavors? I used to drink that all the time. 
I got these shots of the flickers. Not so great but you get the idea. Hey, they don’t call them “flickers” for nothin’. Baby is on the left, getting fed. I saw the same scene with downy woodpeckers, but my camera was too far away so you’ll just have to trust me on that one.
Just wait ’til my new camera comes. Maybe then…..I’ll have no excuse for crappy snaps. Hm.
