The Wormlips Scrapbook

When I awoke to big rain and wind this morning, the first thing I thought was, “Ooooh, I wonder what that looks like online!” It looks like this.

When I read an e-mail from an East Coast friend who asked about the storm, I knew it was a pretty big one. I hope the power doesn’t go out, or I won’t know what to think.

I decided to stay grey rather than brave the traffic across the bridge to my hairmistress’s place. When we spoke on the phone, she — normally quite brilliant — said:

My ignorance about things I don’t know about really scares me.

That’s the worst kind of ignorance, I think.

I’m trying to get off the Internet to get some work done, but a pop-up ad with an animation of a woman aging has me mesmerized and terrified. As I watch her go from smooth to withered, I keep wondering where I am in the continuum. Look.

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Look what Katie just sent me! She took the picture today, near where she lives in rural Pennsylvania.

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Last week Mom told me about a wealthy old lady of her childhood acquaintance, who had all the possessions she could possibly want but continued to desire one thing:

I collect sweeping statements. They don’t take up any storage room. They don’t have to be dusted or polished. I can take them out to look at them any time I want and then put them back.

She’d recently overheard one distinguished, elderly woman chastise another:

My dear, but you know burglars never drink wine!

And one I heard recently:

Real millionaires are never fat.

Finally, I just talked to Teej. Here’s something she heard yesterday on a documentary about the Donner party:

When I think what those people went through it just makes the hair on the back of my legs stand up.

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