fatties on ATVs

i should have been blogging overheard at the tabard inn while staying here.

yesterday morning, i was treated to a round of intergenerational conversation about how washington, d.c. is perhaps the only place in the u.s. where one can find thinking employment, that is, where one can find work where you are paid to think.

this morning another round of obnoxious intergenerational conversations. today, between a poet -- evidently who lives mostly in alaska -- and a former student. the student and her partner recently acquired parcels of rural land, where they go occasionally to write. she decried the locals, fatties on ATVs, who rely on technology to trap their deer. her prattle distracted me from the very important NYT magazine piece on princesses.

i am a little wobbly on my spiky black ankle boots this morning, principally because i think that i am dehydrated from all this end of the semester flu-ish foolishness.

yesterday was a very special treat for me...morning face time with barb. midday face time with bird, evening face time with sinead and barb. with many long naps in between and lots of B-R-A-T-T dieting and nibbling.

home is where i can have face time with my girlfriends.