84 Charing Cross Road

After months of snow-free bliss we walked into the theater to see Meet Me In St. Louis last night with a chill in the air and not a snowflake to be seen. By the time we emerged at 8 o’clock the car was more white than blue. The snow was so deep by this morning that it took 30 minutes to make the 7 minute drive to work!

This is the perfect night for a book… or a movie about a friendship that revolved around books.

84 Charing Cross Road (1987) is a fine little film based on the book of the same name written in 1970 by Helene Hanff. The story revolves around New York City resident Ms. Hanff’s 20-year correspondence with Frank Doel, an antiquarian bookseller in London. The film stars Anne Bancroft and Anthony Hopkins in the leads, with gems like Judi Dench, Mercedes Ruehl, and Ian McNeice in supporting roles. The movie is talky, and opinionated, and funny, and sweet, and charming. It is just the kind of thing that you want to curl up with on a cold winter’s night in lieu of an old, worn, well-loved book.

Pass the popcorn, please.

Of Pleasant Surprises

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The Man had a teleconference meeting this afternoon/evening (I should be a poet!) so I decided to go out and stretch my legs before our big V-Day date. I ended up driving over to Ken-O-Sha park which is only about 5 min. from our house.

I haven’t been there since I was a little girl, and I keep meaning to take the camera over but I never remember it when I have time. Yeah, we’ve lived here 13 years now, it’s 5 minutes away, and I haven’t gone! Sad, isn’t it?

Anyway, the trail is about 1.2 miles long and I wore my old boots because I wasn’t sure how clear the trail was.

Funny thing about those old boots— I forgot that the right boot is broken on the inside heel. I had my woolies on so I didn’t notice it rubbing my heel until I literally got to the other end of the trail.

1.2 miles from the car.


So I favored it on the way back and stopped often. At one point it felt so bad that I sat down on one of the less-snowy park benches and tried to adjust my wool sock to relieve the pain a bit — I still had about a half mile to go!

I sat there quietly for about 5 minutes, and when I stood up I heard a noise behind me. Lo and behold, three deer were standing there staring at me like I was an alien from another planet. I managed to get only one shot off before they decided I was a threat (Who? ME??) and took off into the woods.

I’m home now, the boots are in the trash, I have a large bandage wrapped across the back of my heel and a bloody wool sock to show for it.

But you know what? It was almost worth it for the encounter with the deer.

Let It Snow! PLEASE!!!

Yeah, OK, I confess that I’m one of those losers who wait until Christmas week to go shopping. It’s not intentional, it’s environmental. My problem is this:

I can’t get into the Christmas spirit without the snow!!

There, I said it. Now all of you people who hate snow in any shape, form, or thickness can just flame away. Go on. Flame, flamers!

I can’t help it, I was born and raised in Michigan. Christmas to me is ribbons and little lights and my few favorite ornaments, it’s sitting down to dinner with the family and catching up over some of the best food and wine that you’ve ever tasted, it’s decorating the tree and making hot drinks like cocoa and mulled cider, it’s even listening to that silly Star Trek ornament of Duane’s say “Enterprise here. Spock speaking. Happy Holidays. Live long, and prosper.” every damn time we plug in the tree lights. Every. Damn. Time.

And yes, it’s snow.

I don’t need 15″ in an hour, I don’t even want it on the road, but it has to cover the grass and drop from the tree limbs whenever the wind kicks up. It has to crunch under my feet and spooge from under my feet when it gets slushy. It has to pack into a ball shape at a moment’s notice when I’ve got an unsuspecting target in my sights. It has to be there, and be cold, in order for me to really buy into the warmth of the holiday.

The snow that we had a few weeks ago has melted into vapor and I find myself with zero gifts to wrap and even less ambition to go buy some. The bummer is that I have two days off to shop next week and the local forecast says it will be in the 40’s and 50’s for the next week or so.

Hmm, I wonder if everyone that I know will be mad if I don’t give them gifts until January this year…