good news, here and there

Small news, but good news. It's a new West Wing tonight. Even though it sucks now that Thomas Schlamme and Aaron sorkin have left, it still beats the pants off of more Law and Order reruns.

Rerun-wise, you know I keep the tv on a lot during the day. A lot. Like the entire time that Jonah's napping. What can I say, I am not a solo flyer. Anyway, I have given up my soaps lately for TNT's (dare I say it? I dare!) Primetime in the Daytime lineup. I've seen all of the NYPD Blues and the ERs several times, and almost all of the Law and Orders. But now they've added Judging Amy, which, since it's on the Geriatric Network CBS, I had never seen. It's not bad, really. Mostly what I like about it is Tyne Daly, who plays a social worker filled with rage and righteous (is there any other kind?) indignation. If you need some filler at noon while you're washing dishes or nursing a baby, you could do worse.

Fuck Mapquest. I took Jonah on an excursion to a library two towns over this morning so we could take out a copy of Ric Burns's brilliant documentary Coney Island. I want to show the part about the preemie babies at book club next week. (Alan, remember the night we first saw this? I do.) Of course, between my crappy sense of navigation and Mapquest's crappy directions, I got royally lost. I was running on empty for miles, but happily found a gas station. Incredibly, not only could I not stick my credit card in the pumps, but they had dials on them. Ah, life in the country. At least the man there got me back on track.

The cleaning lady is here as we speak, which is more good news. Keeping the salt and sand off of my floors has been a Sisyphean task. At least if I lived at the beach, that wold be a task worth doing. I spent my entire childhood tormented by my fear of my mother's desire to get the hell out of Buffalo, which would have destroyed my life as I knew it, not that it was so worth keeping, but it was all I had. Now, every day between about December and April, that desire is so utterly clear to me that, really, I can't figure out why, except for the crappy schools, we don't live in Boca. I think about moving every day. Of course, if I think everyone here (including me) dresses like a slob (think denim and Merrells, 9 months a year) compared to the girls in Manhattan, there it would just be worse. I think I'd wear my same ripped denim shorts every single day. But I'd be tan and thin and have a decent pedicure, so who would care?

Posted by volfie at February 4, 2004 02:30 PM