Gee, how many times do you start a week with the announcement that Osama bin Laden has finally been deleted? (More on the skinny here.) Not that I don't believe someone else will rise to take his place. That's something that the Israelis quickly discovered when they set out to assassinate the men responsible for the Munich massacre of Jewish Olympic team members. No one would argue that Carlos the Jackal's predecessor was a worse choice...and that's indeed how Carlos got his 'promotion.' (See Steven Spielberg's film Munich, or even better, George Jonas' fine book, Vengeance. It will really make you wonder what happens next.)
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I'm wandering in several different directions -- shipping off Mother's Day packages and cards for The Mama and Marie, my North Carolina 'mom' (some good flower and other ideas here from Donna Freedman); a graduation present to nephew Adam (congratulations on nearly being done with college, big guy!); an apppraisal; another package to a cousin who's in the Seabees, and stationed in Egypt. (I hope his friends don't make too much fun of the marshmallow chicks.) In between, a quilt restoration must be finished today, so it can soak all night in a cleaning solution. Dishes are stacked up, clothes need washing. And I must get some paperwork sent off today.
Whine, whine, whine. Mustn't grumble, as the English say. Going to see The King's Speech again tonight with friends -- I am amazed at that remarkable movie, and a little amused to realize that my beloved Mr. Darcy of Pride and Prejudice actually had his Elizabeth Bennett with him in the cast. Only this time, she's his therapist's wife!
Post-movie Note: whoa, noticed another Pride and Prejudice connection: the play director Lionel Logue tries out for is actually David Bamber: Mr. Collins!