We are not Canadians.

• We (a man, a woman, a dog, a cat, corals, fish, and a chunky tortoise) are rocking out to the Allman Brothers & Miles Davis this morning/afternoon at the West Palm Beach house and drinking Cokes.
• Sometimes, when I make a point of random (though controlled?) blog searching, I like to read book reviews. Not so much for the review itself, but I like to know how someone has intimately considered a book, through love, hate, or middle ground. Mostly, I want to know what they loved. And how they chose to describe it. For a while now, I have been reading This Boy's Life, by Tobias Wolff (the author was suggested originally thanks to Monkey, who is both famousand a voracious reader). I am near the end and I'm savoring it in slow bites; it is delicious. I will spare you from a review; I just want to make it known that I love this book. Love. Heart. You know, the colors red and pink.
• I got my hair trimmed yesterday afternoon and then it was blown out. But...here is the thing about my hair: I don't need blow outs. I walked out of the salon looking very blown away, but once I made it to my car I was feeling better. Hello secretly stashed brush and at-the-ready saliva.
  
• I love crushed ice.
• Steve will say, "Don't say that on your blog!" but, Mr. Humble submitted 3 photos to a student contest sponsored by his university's art gallery. He was told that he'd be lucky if 1 was chosen when he called last week to get the details for submitting. Today, we found out that all 3 were selected. Woo-hoo to Steve. We celebrated at a fave local restaurant (curiously one that Yanni likes, too): Rosalita's. Mmmm. Chips + salsa, chicken burros & fried ice cream.
  
• I bought a box of Reese's Swoops last night as movie candy. Steve calls them cubicle food.
  
• The movie was A History of Violence, with Viggo and William Hurt and Ed Harris. I didn't like it. I was disappointed. I was expecting something bigger (proof that I really am American: I wanted a darker history of violence, maybe something more complex).
  
• I would love to post photos, but Blogger won't let me right now. Grrrr. I guess they will have to come later.