musings

The other day I wrote some stuff into this site and -- once again -- watched as it was eaten. The good news is thatI expect this type of thing from Blogger. I wasn't watching with shock and horror. Gee. Maybe Blogger should use that as a marketing slogan. I was writing about my son starting to play Little Red Riding Hood the other day. He took a basket, slung it over his arm, turned to me and brightly said "hi foxy!" (I'm not sure, but that might be my favorite pretend moment so far.) To this day, I haven't told him it was a wolf. Today I'm starting to slog through some more of the anachronisticmom website stuff. And I found the funniest site. I was thinking of Brown's Hotel in London, which really reminded me of "At Bertram's Hotel" by Agatha Christie (what a shock) and when I searched for the book, I found McClintock's site instead. http://mc.clintock.com/first_floor/ Sorry for that. I still haven't figured out how to insert a link with the blogger tools. Grrrr. At any rate, this guy is making an online visual map of every item in his house! Indeed. I read once that Proust could be used to treat obsessive-compessive disorder (I believe that it bores the mind into submission, or perhaps the incessant craving for those silly cookies does it?), but here, indeed, is potential therapy for the, um, uh, well, whatever term we're using this week.