Our discussion about Amazon.com (under Housekeeping: The Novel) ties in well with my afternoon activity, watching a copy of You've Got Mail David and I bought in a recent DVD spree on the 14.99 rack at Target. I admit that, like Julie, I also like Amazon.com (though less now that it's becoming a superstore and assaulting me with ads for apparel and electronics when all I want is a comprehensive bookstore), and You've Got Mail is, of course, partly about the war between the independent bookseller and the megastore. The megastore wins, which turns out to be good for everybody, which makes you wonder how much Barnes & Noble paid the producers.
I am tired today; I have a bad head cold that is making me feel all foggy and detached from the world. I managed about 30 minutes worth of nap this afternoon, but Eric never went to sleep, so I finally dragged him, a handful of graham crackers, a sippy cup full of heavily diluted organic carrot/orange juice, and a Vanilla Coke to our basement rec room (you can decide which of the provisions were for him, and which for me), and watched the movie while Eric played.
He paid no attention to the movie except when there was a song interlude, at which time he would dance. Also, whenever the dog was on-screen he commented ("Dog! Dog!"). He kept himself busy, so I was free to cuddle under an afgan and weep as Meg Ryan suffered all the trials of love. And I am in a weeping mood today, let me tell you. This morning David and I had one of those stupid fights couples have, over who is responsbile for a pile of not-yet-unpacked junk partially blocking the front entry. I always feel so small when I participate in a thing like that. Couldn't we at least fight about big things, like who to vote for and whether Michigan should continue to accept imported Canadian garbage?
Actually, I think the problem is we agree about all the big things. And you know, the Canadians aren't the ones who left the stuff near the front door for folks to trip over, unless they're even sneakier than we have always suspected.
I see that I have drifted away from the kind of tightly-focused, topical entry I think I'm striving for. Blame my headache.
Posted by Su Penn at February 4, 2003 06:22 PM | TrackBack> And you know, the Canadians aren't the ones who left the stuff near the front door for folks to trip over, unless they're even sneakier than we have always suspected.
I'm pretty sure they are the ones who left the stuff there. Probably they sneak in and uncover Stevie (our cockatoo) in the evening also.
Posted by: David on February 5, 2003 09:57 AM