Local goodness
The library has found my book lists and reattached them to my account. Sound horns, bang drums. The Dakota County Library: the best library in Dakota County. (Seriously, they're a really good library.)
Tonight
markgritter and I are going to see the Minnesota Orchestra and Heart of the Beast and presumably some singy people doing "The Magic Flute." I am wearing jeans to the Orchestra for the first time in my life, because it is distinctly non-warm here, and because I have a real Norwegian ski sweater, which says very clearly, "I am happy to be here and recognize the occasion, but damn, people, not at all warm out there." Seriously, this thing could stop bullets.
And now I shall have a Fazermint, which is not local goodness exactly, as Finland is not really local, but you can get them very readily locally, so that is a goodness. Undermine the tsar with chocolate minty loveliness!
Tonight
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And now I shall have a Fazermint, which is not local goodness exactly, as Finland is not really local, but you can get them very readily locally, so that is a goodness. Undermine the tsar with chocolate minty loveliness!
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Also, hurrah for the Dakota County Library. May you and Mark enjoy "the Magic Flute."
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One thing I love about living in a bad-weather place is that people understand about "It's important to get here, not to look good." In Jill Ker Conway's memoir she talks about a surprise snowstorm on her wedding day. "The guests, being New Englanders by birth or adoption, took the blizzard as merely a test of ingenuity, and arrived on foot, by subway, or jeep, to stamp their feet in the church foyer and await the wedding party."
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