Saturday, May 30, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Our bed-side tables are usually overflowing with books. But we usually dont read the same books. Except Preston & Child (they're special).
When we were dating - I used to worry these types of differences would become bitter points of contention in our relationship.
I was so wrong.
Here's an unabashed look at our current book piles.
Greg's Side -
Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand
Liberal Fascisim - Jonah Goldberg
The 5,000 Year Leap - Cleo Skousen
The Elegant Universe - Brian Greene
Rachael's Side -
Cemetary Dance - Preston and Child
Cabinet of Curiosities - Preston and Child
Selected Poetry of Christina Rossetti
The Life of King Henry VIII - Alison Weir
Tall Grass - Sandra Dallas
Over the years, I've come to greatly enjoy the differences in our literature preferences.
On the nights we're not buried in our respective books, I'll fall asleep quoting poetry to Greg or muse over his latest quarrel with the String Theory.
I'm sure he doesn't remember all the details of my fascination with the war between Spain and England under Elizabeth I. And he knows I have no interest in naming any offspring after John Galt - even though he has excellent points against socialism.
It's a lovely routine.
But extremely happy all the same.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
But when he does - I know the signs well.
He gets really, really quiet. His fingers curl upwards. Sometimes he starts to pace and the muscles in the back of his neck start to stiffen. The most entertaining - he forgets what he's doing -and what he's done - he's totally focused on the problem he's working through.
He's a brilliant engineer/financial genius - this is just one of the side effects.
So....last week Greg had a late night of stress. But this time I didn't catch any of his usual signs. It wasn't until the next morning when I went down to my spotless sink did I get a clue.
Yep - he used every single one - just once - forgetting he already had one out.
Love you Greg.