Oh Lindsay

Thank the Goddess today is my day off.  I need it!


I "slept in" until 7am (on Saturday I slept until 8:30am, it felt decadent but good since I was sick) and then got up for hot tea and toast (and Sudafed) followed by a shower, laundry load out of washer and into dryer, and a trip to the grocery store soon after.  I wanted to get my chores done before I started feeling bad (for some reason I feel a bit better in the mornings and then crash in the afternoons) and so I could relax the rest of the day.  My plan was to sit on the deck and read and relax and drink lots of fluids (with Airborne in a few of them) -- but I have nothing to read.  My next book club book is on order, and I have nothing else sitting around.


As luck would have it, my October Vanity Fair was in the mailbox as I headed to the Jewel, so my reading material was covered.  I got in and out of the Jewel (why do some of us call it "The" Jewel instead of just Jewel?) as fast as my stiff, sore, crippled legs would carry me (yes, in addition to this ridiculous cold, the weather shift from dry to humid and back to dry again over the weekend made my arthritis go nuts).  I unloaded the groceries, leaving the heavy, non-cold items for Bob to carry up, got the cold items in the fridge, and then I plopped my butt in a gravity chair out on the deck, in the shade, with a grapefruit Airborne tablet and a class of water.  Kayla joined me.


I talked to Mom and Bob in between flipping through the early pages of VF (ads, short columns, celebrity pictures which usually include George Clooney, tho not this time) and then settled in to read about poor Lindsay Lohan.  What a crazy hot mess this poor girl is.  Err, woman, she's 24, evidently.  I wish someone like Drew Barrymore (who had a rocky youth with addictions and craziness) would kidnap her and/or take her under their wing and help her find her way out of the darkness of her crazy and messy life.  She is quite a good actress, but she's also so ...... well.  She's lost.  She's in denial.  She's full of blame for everyone except herself. And her mother, well, oy. I'm afraid if she doesn't get some serious help she's going to end up one of those tragic young Hollywood stars who die much too young.  To have so much talent -- and then to get SO MUCH while so young. Some handle it well, others, not so much.  I wish her luck.


Lunch break, email check, blogging ....... and now back to the deck to read about Sarah Palin, who gets no sympathy from me even tho she too, is one crazy hot mess.