saturday night

I begin "sleep school" in a week. Good timing, 'cause my sleeping has been really haywire in the last three weeks or so. I slept well last night until Richard started to have one of his angry dreams, muttering "Bastard!" and "Chickenshit!" in his sleep. He used to order me around in his sleep. "Did you check that thing?" he'd bellow, and I'd have to pretend to leave the room and come back to tell him the thing was OK. Other times he'd wander around the apartment taking paintings off the walls and setting them on the floor - what I called subconscious redecorating.

It still hasn't snowed hard here in Edmonton; Calgary's getting all the blizzards. Heehee. I have to admit it's freakin' me out a little, though. There hasn't been a harsh winter since I moved out here over four years ago. That ain't normal.

I had to give Richard his birthday present early because the bugger guessed what it was (Woody Allen's Melinda & Melinda). This has happened before. Our old apartment was close to a Christmas store, and our first Christmas together I picked out a tree ornament with two wooden bears holding a "1st Christmas together" sign, as a Christmas present for Richard. About two weeks later, he walked into the store - which had literally hundreds upon hundreds of ornaments - and picked out that very ornament. I had to pretend it was tacky to keep him from buying it.

Not much goin' on with the Hailsham kids in Never Let Me Go. They're adjusting to life on the farm. One nice thing about Ishiguro's novels is they're short. You don't have to wade through 1000 pages to get a story that could be told well in 300. I'm halfway through this one.