I got up early enough to use my 12/31 expiration movie coupons at an indie theater and get home well before revelers hit the streets, but talked myself out of it because 1) it's cold and snowy, 2) it's New Year's Eve when crazy people are out at all hours, and 3) the only movie I want to see is a Spirit Award nominee I'll be seeing anyway. The coupons were a gift from the "Atonement" screening a little over a year ago. I'm hoping the theater will extend the expiration date, if asked nicely. If not, I'll walk off in a huff, loudly denounce them publicly, and never go there again. Or maybe I won't ask and just throw out the coupons.
I have enough food (and there's always delivery) and more than enough entertainment, so was looking forward to staying in. Then the mail came, including a postal envelope saying "found loose in mail" with my rent check. Or, half my rent check and half the invoice. My half of the check has the amount and bottom bank codes so I don't think anyone finding the rest could do damage (I hope!). However, this means the rent was not paid, even if the other half of the envelope reached its destination. So I showered, dressed, and walked in the snow to the office (a block away) which luckily was not closed early (it was only 1:30), and paid in person. Now let's hope that's recorded correctly.
The new buildings are going up rapidly. One looks almost done. Signs indicate that, as rumored, there will indeed be a Whole Foods, Duane Reade, and Chase. In addition, Borders, Crumbs, Michaels, Modell's. A rumored nice, large Associated (as opposed to the existing tiny one). Let the protesters protest (noise, congestion, zoning, blah blah blah), I can't wait!
The mail also contained payment for the print portion of my NYT work. Last quarter, that got paid immediately and the online portion (billed separately) languished until I complained a month later. There's a new person handling billing, and I'm assuming she thought the second bill was a duplicate (even though it was for a different amount and clearly marked). So this time I wrote "Note: This is different from work on print puzzles, billed separately" (and the reverse on the print bill). I'll wait a month before complaining; maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised and it will arrive soon.
Life's too short to spend reading bad books, so after 88 pages I gave up on Whitney Otto's "How to Make an American Quilt." The 1995 movie was OK, but the book alternated quilting instructions with vignettes about the quilters. None of it grabbed me.
Much better were:
"Broad Street" by Christine Weiser - Kit is a medical proofreader by day, rocker by night. The characters and the Philadelphia rock scene are interesting and strongly drawn. Endless divey clubs, beers and cigarettes (and some drugs) made me want to take a shower. While not marked as an advance copy (despite being from the Library Thing Early Reading Program), I'm hoping it was, since there were several errors. Perhaps the proofreader's judgment was hampered by too many nights in sleazy clubs.
"All She Ever Wanted" by Barbara Freethy - Former UC Santa Cruz sorority sisters investigate when a novel depicts a murder that took place in their house ten years earlier. Not great literature, but an OK mystery.
I'm not the only one wondering about the future of those goofy New Year's glasses with the adjacent 0's.