Since I had to set an alarm both Saturday and Sunday, I don't really feel like I got a weekend.

Of course, I didn't go to work, so I guess I did.

I spent Saturday in the darkroom, grinding out fifteen more of Michelle and Marq's wedding pictures. We're at the receiving line now. Someday this wedding will end. I feel it.

Also, I blew up my pictures for this contest, as the entry must be postmarked by the 30th. How long have I known about this contest? About four months, why?

I spent three hours blowing up five pictures, which is much longer than I usually take. I'm really good at printing, it's one of my specialties--I can really feel the timing and often can skip test strips, but I tend to work really fast and not bring out all of the depth possible in a print.

The contest pics, though, got detailed like a Cadillac, they got the tenderest of tender-loving care. Hell, the grand prize is $121,750, these prints are stunning! Would a client pay me $121,750 for a couple of prints, I'd stroke their prints like an attentive lover, too.

I managed to spent a hundred bucks in about an hour at the Book Fair yesterday. I got thirteen books, and six of them I didn't actually own yet!

And no, this time it wasn't lazy "I can't find my copy" buying of books, it was a collecting thing. On the list of the Books That I Already Have, I got a paperback The Godfather because I read my old copy to pieces, a beautiful hardcover of Understood Betsy, a Shirley Temple edition of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, a lovely 1940 edition of Daddy Long-Legs, a fairly ordinary Pollyanna without a dust cover, but I collect Pollyannas so of course I got it, a Folger edition of Othello (I probably have ten editions of Othello), and a nice hardcover of Nora Ephron's Crazy Salad.

The six books that I didn't already own in some fashion or another were two Pollyanna sequels that I didn't have, Pollyanna of the Orange Blossoms and Pollyanna's Debt of Honor, Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter, a paperback of The Witch Family by Eleanor Estes and You'll Never Make Love in This Town Again.

The last book that I got was a lovely illustrated Pinocchio from 1920. It caught my eye because my father used to mention that book sometimes, saying that he had a great edition when he was a kid, but his ex-wife had gotten rid of all of his books. Maybe it was the same as this edition--it's the right period.

When I saw it, I thought that I would have loved to buy it for him were he still alive, and almost walked by, but then decided to buy it for myself.

I saw so many editions of Little Colonels and Else Dinsmore books that I really must start collecting them one of these days, but not until I finish Pollyanna and the Rosamund Du Jardins.

I did like the twelve hour long SNL 25 Anniversary show last night, particularly Elvis and the Beasties doing Radio Radio (but where was my fave SNL moment, Sam Waterson's commercial for Old Glory Insurance?) but I must say that the funniest thing was a news bumper here in New York, where they said "A bride killed at her own wedding, after Saturday Night Live."

And now, more wacky comedy!

Today's horoscope:
Just be yourself today. That's much more attractive and lovable than you give yourself credit.

One year ago today:
Another wild Saturday in the city right next door to the city that never sleeps!

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