I have nothing to say

I haven't posted in nearly a week. "Oh, that Orange, she must be too busy to write anything. What a whirlwind life she leads! Those crossword celebrities, they're in the big time, you know."

Uh, yeah. I have the time. I just can't think of anything to talk about. There's some stuff that, you know, violates relatives' privacy. So I won't go there.

Shall I stoop to talking about the weather? Dang, it's cold. Spring is almost here, and yesterday and today the temps didn't reach the freezing point. Yo, that's too cold for March. Could be worse. I could be in central Canada, or in North Dakota or Montana where the temps were below zero this week. That is just insane!

My car's in the shop. There was a little accident last Friday. You wouldn't think a little bump would cost $2,960, would you? Then maybe you don't own a Volkswagen. On the bright side, last Friday it was sunny and 62° when I spent that hour on the curb waiting for the cop and the AAA tow truck, and nobody was hurt. But I miss my car. I don't drive it far, but I like to have it available. (Sigh.)

I saw a Canada goose sitting atop a three-story building the other morning. Say what? Since when do geese park themselves on top of buildings and honk madly? I asked my mom if she'd ever seen such a thing, and she had—just last week, for the first time in her life. The geese, they may be plotting something big. That U.S. Airways plane that landed in the Hudson was just the beginning for the geese. It's war! If they band together with the squirrels, we humans are done for. I'd say "our goose is cooked," but now I'm afraid to. You never know what the geese are monitoring.

Guess what's for dinner? (Not foie gras!) Leftover carryout pasta. Gotta love having food delivered that feeds you for three or four days straight, eh?

Found out the other night that Ben has always thought the word migraine was "my-brain."