Because all y'all with HBO and AMC and whatever are watching your good shows that I have to watch in thumb-sized pixels later. WhatEVER. For some reason our free cable stopped working -- I guess Comcast figured out how to keep all its internet subscribers from just sticking the cable into the back of the TV and having FREE CABLE -- and we are not sufficiently funded that I feel like throwing an extra thirty bucks a month into the media hole.
The most interesting thing that happened this weekend is that a music industry guy mistook me for Siobhan Magnus. Or that's who I assume he was talking about. What he said was "Her name is Za-bawn or something, I think it's Albanian? Anyway I thought you were her!"
Look, I have never watched American Idol in my life but I know when someone is murdering a fine Gaelic name; Google confirmed it. I guess in most contexts the whole hey-you-look-like-a-famous-person thing is a gross creepy way to hit on someone, but here is why it wasn't: We were in a synagogue on Shabbos, and I was eating lunch with my family and the rabbi and his wife. The guy, probably in his 60s and legitimately an industry exec (he gave me his card!), stopped dead in the lunch line and did a double-take at me, and then came over and asked me if I sang.
In Nashville, I guess it's not unreasonable to expect to run into Famous Music People. Anyway, I guess he got a close look at me and all my gray hair and my husband and two children and decided to take my word for it that I was not, in fact, a nineteen-year-old singer who somehow looked MUCH thinner on camera.
It's been a while since I was told I look like a famous person. Last time was in 1994 and it was Natalie Merchant.
Anyway, fun times in the synagogue. The second most interesting happening of the weekend is that I am going to get some free pebbles from a neighbor. Pebbles! For free! All I have to do is shovel them into the back of my minivan! Hooray for the neighborhood listserv! You know what else you can get for free? Sawdust! FREE SAWDUST! You know I'm all over that.
Oh AND AND I got two big dropcloths, the canvas kind, and made slipcovers for my dog-puked cat-shredded kid-markered cheap-to-begin-with furniture. By "made slipcovers" I mean "threw canvas on top of" but it does look kind of design-y, with all that raw cotton. We'll pretend it's because I'm too cool for the corporate chic of Pottery Barn, and not because I can't afford it.
So: school next week! I managed to wrangle an evening class. Sean will be putting both kids to bed two nights a week, poor guy. I don't imagine Daphne will be very happy about that.