Life keeps throwing me curves.
A couple of years ago we all three saw Melissa Ethridge, as Sair’s birthday present. It was at a fancy-shmancy winery, a lovely venue on a mountain top overlooking San Jose, all intimate and posh, with a little amphitheater nestled in a slope of the vineyard. Melissa was great. It was her summer tour, themed:
How odd, said Tom, reading it as an injunction to live alone, rather than a description of the artist touring sans band. I still prefer his reading.
Or, there’s our lovely Christmas ornament. A silvery puss-in-boots bearing a banner, a fussily-lettered scroll bearing a seasonal message: two words fitted on the loops of a ribbon, one above the other: Good Will. Except that, between all the fancy script, and the weird placement of the words on the ribbon, what it seems to say is: Well Good.
I love it, Christmas cat, with attitude. I think of it as the family coat-of-arms.
Also, going through the books at Tom’s mom’s house, I picked one up, titled: Changing Colleges. How nice, thought I, and how handy, a how-to book on transferring from one college to another – a great variant on the usual getting into the college of your choice books. So I stashed it in the going-to-our-house bag rather than the Goodwill bag, or the paper-recycling bag.
When I got home, I took a closer look at it. Copyright is 1971. Those were different times, times when people thought the world could be transformed. It’s a book about transforming the style and purpose of colleges. Oh.