Over our heads + new read

We are in over our heads with Little Lucy Loo (who's no more than two).  Through events I don't care to describe, she managed to escape her cage last night when we were trying to fix something on it.  It took us about an hour and a half to get her back in there.  At 1:00 A.M.  It was traumatic for all three of us.

It hasn't taken us that long to put a rabbit up since 2001.  We were much younger and more mobile in 2001.  And that's all I'll say about that.

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Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls by David Sedaris

This book came out at just the right time.  I needed some hilarious distraction over the past week, and as always, David Sedaris delivered*.

The book is a compilation of essays about his life as well as some fictional, satirical works thrown in.  After reading the entire book I still don't get the title, so there's not much to say about that.  Sedaris is a very good writer and often uses his family and partner as fodder.  He has traveled all over the globe, and has overcome a past of substance abuse, and in talking about these two topics, his self-deprecation and humor just shine.  I laugh until I cry, reading some of this stuff.  It's so outlandish he just can't be making it up.

Some examples of his writing:

"Fly enough, and you learn to go brain-dead when you have to.  It's sort of like time travel.  One minute you're bending to unlace your shoes, and the next thing you know you're paying fourteen dollars for a fruit cup, wondering, How did I get here?"

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"We had to renew our visas every few years.  This involved going to the dismal town of Croydon [England] and spending a day in what was always the longest and most desperate line I had ever imagined.  It was also the most diverse.  I thought I was good at identifying languages, but it turns out I know next to nothing.  Surely they're making that up, I'd think, listening in on the couple ahead of me.

The woman, most often, would be dressed like the grim reaper.  Her husband would wear a sweatshirt with a picture of a boat or a horse on it, and the two would be speaking something so unmelodious and dire-sounding I could not imagine it having the words for 'birthday cake.'

If Hugh and I were denied extensions of our visas, we would have to return to Paris or New York, while they'd have gone back to, what?  Beheadings?...What they had at stake was life-and-death.  What we had at stake was Yorkshire pudding."

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I will most likely always recommend his books.  Now that I'm done, I have to go back to the world of scrambling to find a house, scrambling to catch a nimble and quick bun bun, and, oh yeah, working.

*My usual caveat:  He's not for everyone.  He writes some things that will make your hair stand on end, but that said, he's one of the few writers ever who makes me laugh out loud no matter where I am.