Just back from a girls’ weekend at one of my favorite places: A pal’s cabin on the Spring River in Hardy, Arkansas. Winter is a quiet time in Hardy — no beer-swilling hoards — and it was warm enough to grill steaks, and cool enough for a fire every night. I had taken my laptop, but it turns out Mary gave up the wireless Internet, so I didn’t even look at email. Just sat on the sunporch, drank iced tea, talked to my friends, and watched the river go by. It’s amazing what you see when you sit still and just look: We saw a family of ducks trolling the river, looking for fish. And we saw a huge, majestic bald eagle, and were able to follow it’s flight to it’s nest, a huge affair of woven sticks, high in a tree across the river. Awesome.

I am bored out of my mind. All my television shows are on hiatus. I’d really like to watch reruns but they aren’t on right now, so I’m flipping and flipping and flipping. I’m getting a chance to see some of the other shows on television and it’s just not pretty. Last night, I watched about 10 minutes of Charm School. Good grief. 

I’m really an HBO junkie. I love The Sopranos, Deadwood, The Wire, Entourage.  I loved Six Feet Under. Never got into Rome, too bloody. I tried John from Cincinnati but my mind drifted away from it. I love Weeds on Showtime. There are a few new Entourages on, but not much else. Read the rest of this entry »