I love to crack my living room windows and watch for the bus to drive by.  The way they are lit up so brightly inside, you can see what everyone is doing in there during the two seconds it takes for the bus to pass by.  Looking at the lives of people who aren't sitting at home on their couch.

Though, we are so far down near the end of the line that they most likely will be in the next fifteen/twenty.  There's not much to do down on that end of town most nights.  Just live. 

Living room.  Living room life.  Life in the living room. It's funny how much of life happens in the living room and most of what we do in there is considered to be "nothing".  My living room is my child's favorite place in the whole world.  Everything he loves ends up there eventually.  Especially people.

That's what he says, at least.

"Everything I love ends up here."

Last night we sat on the couch and read Nursery Rhymes for an hour or so.  I have two old Nursery Rhyme books.  Old old books, from when I was little.  One is a Dean's Mother Goose.  I keep it on the bookshelf so people can see it and the ones who had it when they were little get really excited to see it.

Something like 93% of all Nursery Rhymes include the word "pussy" or "cock".  That's science.  Go ahead and look it up.

I think I'm going to ask Santa for a Kindle.  I have an unhealthy attachment to real books, but I think I'm ready to move past it.  Almost.  A few months ago I was straightening and dusting my books on the shelves and Jake said, "mom, why don't you just get a Kindle like a lot of people have?  It's cleaner and takes up less space."
"Well, I like my books."
"Mom, you know that people will still think you are smart even if they can't see all the books you've read, don't you?  And you can always let them browse through your reading list on your reader."

What?
What?
Okay. 
Five year old.

He's right.

But man alive do I love my books.
And I really love when you look over my books when we are hanging out. 
And I love when you've read some of those books up there and I love when some of those books used to be your books and we traded so some of my books are at your house now and I love to say "yes" if you ask if you can borrow one of them.

My favorite science is Quantum Entanglement.  This week.  It might be different next week.

I had an ah-ha moment about cows making cheese and moons made of cheese and cows jumping over the moon and now I want to write a children's story about cows making moons and stars and planets by jumping up really high. 

That might be the basis of Hinduism.  I'm not sure.  I should probably look into that before I get started.  See why cows are so sacred.

I'm usually pretty worldly about cheese.  Not so much about major faith practices.

You know it has been the longest hottest wettest American summer when you think you see a rainbow on a stormy day so you reach down to grab your phone and when you look back up you realize that it's not a rainbow at all, but the emissions release from the smokestack at that factory thing down there near the river by Ikea and Target and Shoprite.  Grey on grey on grey on sticky on sweaty.  There has been a lot of that these past few weeks.  I haven't gotten out much.

Friends is on Nick at Nite.  That's how you know you're getting old.  Used to be the only shows that came on Nick at Nite was Hazel and Car 54 and My Three Sons.
You'll feel a lot better about your body if you look at Jennifer Aniston circa 1993 than you will looking at Jennifer Aniston today. 
The early nineties were fun because no one thought having a healthy body weight was unattractive.  Then something called "Heroin Chic" happened.  HEROIN CHIC.  So disgusting.

I made cookies tonight.  Chocolate chip.  My secret ingredient is bourbon instead of vanilla.
And pecans instead of walnuts. 
And of course real butter.  Room temperature. 
Dark brown sugar instead of light brown sugar. 
Course ground sea salt (pink is the most adorable) instead of table salt. 
And "large" sized eggs are more important than most people think.  It's all part of the chemistry. 
So is cold cookie sheets.  I put them in the freezer between their turns in the oven.
A little cinnamon is good, when the weather gets cold.
Other than that they are just Toll House.
I guess I have lots of secret ingredients. 

And now they aren't so secret.