Wednesday, January 28, 2009

How's this for strange? Doorbell rings. Limey husbands goes down (we live in a third floor walk up) and comes back with an astounding bouquet of roses. "What did you do to deserve this?" he asks. "And to who?" I look at the card.

It's addressed to the Inauguration Poet, Elizabeth Alexander.

(We've phoned the florist.)