Little of this, little of that

We have finally made concrete moves to get rid of the 1989 surfer wallpaper in the master bedroom. Mister Dave has been coming every day with his steamer and his putty knife, and the house's most offensive wallpaper will soon be history.

So long, rad dude.

Now we just have to decide what color we should paint the walls in the dining and TV rooms, master bedroom and girls' room. 

OK, we have to make three decisions. I already know the answer to the last question is pink.

I may have to turn to my favorite time suck, Polyvore.

If you're still out there, Internet strangers, send me photos of your favorite rooms.

School's not out for summer

I'm in the middle of a writing class that has been plagued with technical difficulties, including my complete inability to either write or even read poetry. Line breaks? Huh?

There was a time when I couldn't hear jazz music. I mean, the sounds struck my ears, but every last one of them sounded like the soundtrack to an early '70s Sesame Street clip about tying shoes or sharing the equipment at the city park or walking to school with friends. It took years before I could really hear the heroine in Chet Baker's horn.

This class has taught me that, although I enjoy poetry and have an instinctive feel for it, I don't really hear it or understand how it works. This weekend, I leave for a 5-day institute on student-led teaching - also for school. The institute will be conducted according to Open Space Technology, which sounds exciting and frightening.

And it will get me in the wilds of Vermont for five days. I can taste the granola now, and I am loving it.

We love this movie

Bee has fallen in love with Enchanted, and I am totally cool with it. The princess is funny, and at the end she saves the life of that guy from "Can't Buy Me Love."

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[lila]

maybe now B will have reason to want to return to "Cat"hattan.