Thank you, Carlos. Forever in your debt.
So, our nanny went to the post office to ask about the packages again this morning. No, they said. No packages. But how can this be? They had been sent months ago! Where could they be? If one inquired at the main post office maybe? But no, the packages would be sent on and in any case, one could ask but not obtain the packages from the main office, only from the local office. So what to do? Wait, patience. They will come in time.
In walks the branch manager. Sees Karine, turns to her and asks, "Have you finally picked up those packages? They have been sitting here for weeks now!"
Happy ending.
P.S. One of the Martha's had a peanut butter cookie recipe. The house is filled with the smell of peanut butter at the moment. Thank you.
w00t! Phase two goes into effect.
Posted by: Carlos | December 08, 2006 at 06:57 PM
Is the Norfolk any good? I haven't read any of his since the first, but enjoyed the heck out of that one.
And the SF: please to be reviewing, even if it is just little bitty blurbs. I only get to buy any when I'm stateside (the English-language booksellers in Munich appear to hate SF and definitely have very little clue about it), but recommendations would be quite nice indeed.
Posted by: Doug (not Muir) | December 10, 2006 at 03:57 PM
The Norfolk is good but very gnarly. The first third is a stark retelling of the hunt for the Calydonian boar, intensely footnoted. The latter part settles down -- I was a little reminded of John Fowles, for spoiler reasons. Also, the book answers the question, what if Paul Celan were as feted as Dylan Thomas?
Posted by: Carlos | December 11, 2006 at 03:09 AM
Not John Fowles of The Magus, I hope. Or maybe I just didn't read that book early enough in my life.
Posted by: Doug (not Muir) | December 20, 2006 at 03:09 PM
I was thinking more The French Lieutenant's Woman.
Posted by: Carlos | December 21, 2006 at 03:59 PM