Ball Pit
When I was little, I loved those ball pits. The ones with the
multicolored plastic balls. I'd jump in and just thrash my arms
around. And then one day the ball pit was closed. A kid peed in the
balls and they were trying to clean up. And I have never gone in
another ball pit.
I'm more than half way through Neal Stephenson's "The Confusion." It
takes a pretty good writer to keep your interest through 800
pages. It's very funny that a man who got his start writing cyberpunk
novels would find his calling writing historical fiction about science
and economics.
They fixed my blinds! The damn cords had frayed so badly that I could
neither raise them or lower them completely. It's nice to have some
privacy again in my living room, but best of all, I can come home from
work and just let all that light in. Three cheers for living in an
apartment. If you're good though, I'll tell you about The Barn Plan
someday.
posted on: 07/14/2005 | path: /life