You can dance if you want to

Well smack my ass and call me Nancy! (I TOTALLY stole that from Red Betty.) A BRAND FUCKING NEW article about Gertrude Stein and Alice Toklas during WWII rests inside of today's New Yorker. And it was written by Janet Malcolm too! The sad part of the story is that I am just too fucking tired to read it tonight. I am awaiting delivery of Pad Thai and then I am off to sleepyland.

I thought I had finished a shrug that I was knitting over the weekend, however, the proportions seem off to me, so I am going to rip out the bind off and keep going. Grrrr.

I have been thinking a lot about honesty and deception lately. B and I know someone who has a really bad habit of calling her entire relationship with her significant other into question in front of us and yet treating the significant other as though all is well. It's not the first time we've seen this behavior from our friend. But it's disturbing to me. It's been on my mind a lot lately. I've had a hard time dropping it. B and I were talking it over and he said, "You're assuming that she is telling us the truth." And that kind of blew my mind. I WAS assuming that. It never occurred to me that this person could be saying those things about her partner simply to get some reaction out of us or to make herself feel a certain way about her relationship or lord knows what.

The incident made me start thinking about how I oftentimes ascribe my own motivations to someone else's behavior. And I stumble because I truly cannot fathom what could ever motivate me to do a certain thing...say blow off my own brand new baby nephew's bris.

I am literally cross-eyed at this point, so I'm going to bed. But I think this leads me to the story of my sister for tomorrow. I look forward to opening the can and letting the worms wriggle out then.

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[Jackie]

I"ve been waiting for today's post! How was the zoo?