Forget TimesSelect and its fresh-brewed, maddening need for passwords. At last I can bring you my friend, website designer and neighbor's, Jen Gordon's (Sas) hilarious blog, 9WhiteSt. Her account of a dubious Tanya Tucker show had me falling out of the chair laughing, as did pictures of her daughter, Georgia. (Now that's a fine a name as a girl could hope for.)
Her deep devotion to Dolly Parton, all-things-southern and techy, and her vibrant sense 'o humor make Sas (as she's known unprofessionally) just about the perfect neighbor, albeit one over on White Street. I know she's had a bit of a rough patch this week, sending Georgia off to school for the first time. No need to fret, hon. I know that's moreorless the same as asking the sun not to rise for a new mom, but Georgia seems more than capable of holding her own, with the under-twos or above.
Sas brought up the rather uncomfortable expression "camletoes" in her blog, which I could have sworn was an exclusively southern term. Then I saw The Weatherman this week, a thoroughly (won't say "deeply" right now) poignant movie set almost entirely in Chicago in which coping with the horror of "camletoes" becomes an entire subplot. Check that mirror ladies before heading out the door.