Monday, August 31, 2009


I've heard some words lately that I've not heard in a while. I just like the sound of them.




So when G asked if I wanted to play Scrabble last night, I jumped at the chance. G retrieved the Scrabble board (which is probably as old as I am) and we chose our tiles. I started out by playing the word WHORT and G rolled his eyes. He challenged me right away, but WHORT was in the dictionary (the whortleberry or its fruit).

He & I were neck and neck for most of the game until he used the Q he'd been saving. Grrrr
And with a triple word score. I gave it my best but I just couldn't catch up by then. He was victorious.

Rematch, rematch!

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Power of Suggestion

I've been writing a tiny bit about Julia Child in my culinary blog. I made a reference to her being a spy in the 40s/50s and now I find that my summer reading has taken a dastardly turn.

Right now I'm reading Raymond Chandler's Farewell, My Lovely. This is after reading Casino Royale (the first ever James Bond novel), The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, Get Shorty, and Dashiell Hammett's Red Harvest and The Glass Key. Not to mention Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd earlier summer.

I know, not all spies, but lots of mystery and intrigue nonetheless. Time to get back to Philip Marlowe.