All that happened this week has been dwarfed by the happy news below from Thursday. I only have dregs here.
1. The other morning I joined the drive-through line at Starbucks and found I was behind an identical Mini-Cooper. Red with white top, same year, same trim. I kept wondering if I should honk so she could turn around and be amazed. As she drove away she took the time to turn and wave enthusiastically, and we shared the demographic bond of two people who bought the same mass-produced car.
2. I learned three things recently:
2.a. Until the seventies, "million" and "billion" in the U.K were not the amounts as in the U.S..
2.b. In centuries past, no one slept eight hours straight. They slept four hours, woke up a few hours, then slept another four.
2.c. Steve sat down at my desk this past week and said, did you hear? Hitler had a kid. Now that I see the photo, Hitler's son looks a little like Hitler and a lot like Steve. (In a similar adoption tale, Friend #3 has discovered she is fifth cousins once removed from Rush Limbaugh. Hilarious.)
2. I am going to start making cheese. I bought all the gear, it seems there are classes, and I tire of pining over raw milk one-month-old cheeses. I am making my own. Not raw at first, but young anyway. Baby cheeses!