More hideous weather

Escaping the raw, rainy day here in the library. I used to work here and remember it as being warm and cozy and colorful. Winter has not even started yet and the weather is despicable.

Returning a book that I got on Interlibrary loan. The last bohemia : scenes from the life of Williamsburg, Brooklyn, by Robert Anasi. As Brooklyn gets hipper, I get more like a country bumpkin and an OLD one at that! Feel like life is changing and that I am getting more "out of it". This book is about young, not rich, people viewing the gentrification of a funky place and lifestyle. And it was short so I could finish it before the due date.

Nighttime eating getting out of control. I think I got some cheese out last night, even after I pigged out at French club. There was an "old" me and a "new" me. I have lost touch with the "new" me.

I thought I heard a mouse last night and there were a few nibble marks on the cheese that I don't think were made by me. Need to set some traps. I hear rustling in strange places. I don't think I am alone.

Erasers that don't work

This is one of my pet peeves. Can't think of any others at the moment. I am also very unhappy when the temperature goes below freezing as it did today. Plus there was wind. It is really HAT weather.

Was asked to work this weekend. I said yes since I only work one day a month and I didn't have one scheduled for the month of December. Yes, it will inconvenience me, as I was supposed to go to a funeral. (It is amazing how working only ONE day a month can still feel incommodious when it rolls around). But I am barely employed and so want to be agreeable and able to be counted upon.

Feeling kind of busy over the holidays but not with parties. Just with scheduled events that are distracting me from getting ready for gift shopping and wrapping. I am very bad at all that anyway. I don't shop for myself so it is not so fun to shop for others.

BO in the library

And other reasons why most sane people have the Internet in their homes. Also they don't have to come out when the temperature is 28 degrees.

I am KIND OF in my own little world with the earbuds on. The CD, Blurred lines, by Robin Thicke, is starting to grow on me and now am enjoying my Youtube playlist (Queen singing Bohemian Raphsody right now).

Looking up my diseases on the Internet and worrying about doing or not doing anything about them. I will not be specific but suffice it to say, there are reasons why I have become celibate...too many conditions about that people do not know that they even have!

Robin Thicke and Nora Ephron

Listening to CD Blurred lines by Robin Thicke. That is about the only single that appeals to me.

Greatly enjoyed The most of Nora Ephron. She died in 2012 at the age of 71. Good to reread things such as Heartburn and When Harry met Sally. Her later essays are quite poignant, like I remember nothing and What I won't miss and What I will miss. Painful AND funny reading her thoughts about aging and death.

I can't believe I read the entire 618 pages of Joyce Carol Oates newest book, The accursed. It was a mess and I didn't really enjoy it much. It jumped all over the place, including historical references about New Jersey, Princeton University, Woodrow Wilson, Grover Cleveland, the New Jersey devil, mesmerism, Prebyterianism, Upton Sinclair and more. I did read carefully to see if Mother Bloor was mentioned. She was a Socialist who used to live in my town, unhappily, at my actual address. She helped Sinclair with research for his book, The jungle.

It was kind of confusing. I read many books at once and I was reading one called The accused and one called The accursed.