jessie went outside and got soaked from playing in the snow. So she borrowed nick’s snuggie to wear as pants. Here she is performing the large sweatpants mating dance.
creating one of those digital picture frames for my grandmother i stumbled across some neat old photos.
view from the cottage at night.
my father’s childhood dog, heidi had puppies on christmas day.
the family on the dock infront of the cottage
my aunt and uncle c. 1940’s
i am 90% sure this man snickered at my helmet.
but, to be fair, at first i thought he was john cusack.
diego and i collected some change, purchased chalk, and proceeded to draw all over the rittenhouse fountain.
tons of fun…. go check out our art!
Since i’m working so much at the pool, i started to read more. I just finished the complete short stories of ernest hemingway, which i started two terms ago for my literature class. He’s a great writer, but he often depresses me. Nothing like removing oneself from a book induced fog, to watch people swim laps.
his style is especially effective when he describes the spanish civil war. there is something creepy and appropriate about his simple sentences and omitted thoughts/words/phrases. I also often wonder if his character nick, is really him. or at least very similar to him.
i’m also, almost done brett’s the short stories book by kurt vonnegut. these are really excellent too. I really enjoy short stories.
i’ve had very little to say recently…
maybe later i’ll post unflattering picture of the crin brett diego italian market trip.
chester wanted to get wasted and the rest of us wanted to hang out… but no one else was in the city.
so we drank beers & stuff and played hearts. Dan shot the moon. Chester left before the camera came out and dan was too drunk to take a picture of me. Aren’t we fun?
my newest corinne-green step is to stop using paper towels to dry my hands. but what to do with wet hands? I’ve developed this method of drying my hands on my lower pants…. I wonder what people think when they see this.
