Wishing Upon A Star

July 25 Lazy Sunday

That’s one of the things I dislike most about this place. No light natural light in either room. Not that there’s any place you could even consider putting a window.

Seemed like a good time to read. Granted I could have been cleaning or organizing, but with the air conditioning off for an indefinite amount of time I didn’t want to sweat.

Who knew if I’d get to shower today? And considering the fact that I hadn’t showered or dressed yesterday, I didn’t want to reek too badly.

As soon as the electricity came on I jumped into the shower, in case I had a limited window of opportunity.

I have no idea what caused the power outage. We did have some violent thunderstorms last night, but it was HOURS later that the blackout happened. It might have been cause by an overload at the power plant. It’s so miserably hot and wickedly humid that I’m sure that everyone and their brother are running their air conditioning non-stop.

I know I am.

I discovered a good reason not to watch television on a Sunday afternoon. Beyond Martha Stewart {{shudder}}, and the usual spate of infomercials, Lynn Redgrave spends a half-hour doing a program called "Women at Risk", where she expounds on osteoporosis and hormone replacement therapy.

I’d watch the Yankees (Boo! Hiss!) play, before I watched this!

Or I could read some more…

I’m now into my second novel of "no-redeeming-social-value". I had planned to alternate this summer between some well reviewed books, then some beach reading, but the Kennedy tragedy threw me off.

Now, I’m sure that makes no sense at all.

Well. I’d piled up my books (there are stacks and stacks actually) in the order that I planned to tackle them. Ironically the next one in the stack was "Jackie by Josie" by Caroline Preston. It’s about a woman who becomes a research assistant to an author who is writing a biography about Jacqueline Kennedy just after she dies.

I just didn’t think I could face anything that was going to connect me with the Kennedys this week. I’m too sad. And the television has still tended to be "All-Kennedy-All-The-Time" so it’s hard to escape. (I mean we watched a ship on the ocean in a fog for three hours the other afternoon during the burial at sea. You couldn’t SEE anything, but that’s what all three major Boston channels showed.)

The book had several good reviews and it took a year for it to come out of hardcover into oversized (or "trade") paperback format (which isn’t that much cheaper than a hardcover!), but I’ll have to wait for another time.

So instead I’m reading "Night Whispers" by Judith McNaught, which is actually quite good. I like these characters and it’s got a touch of suspense to keep it interesting. I like it when I care about what’s happening to these people and would want to be friends with them if they were real.

The book I just finished was pretty good too. It was Ports of Call, by an author whose name escapes me at the moment. Not gripping, but enjoyable. Beach reading, for sure. The plot revolved around a corporate war between two shipping firms and a twist of family connection thrown in. I had guessed the connection early in the story, but I liked it anyways.

After reading this entry in today's "Mighty Kymm" I know I MUST get on the stick about figuring out when I'll be heading to N.Y.C. for my theatre fix.

I know it's idiotic to go there in this kind of heat and humidity, but it's calling to me. Heck, it's practically SCREAMING at me! I'll be panting and gasping as I traipse through the streets, and duck into every air-conditioned spot I can find, but I have to go!

And I want to try a Krispy Kreme donut.

This afternoon I spent a good two hours sorting pony beads into piles of like colors. Need them for summer school this week.

I tell you, though, that is one craft I WON"T be participating in when I go to the "home".

Man was it boring!
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