Cherry Saturday, October 13, 2018

Today is No Bra Day.  Or as I call it, every day. 

Actually, No Bra Day is celebrated to increase awareness of breast cancer screenings; the BRA originally stood for Breast Reconstruction Awareness, but that’s kind of gotten lost in the whole oh-my-god-it-feels-good-to-not-wear-a-bra thing.  Bras have always annoyed me because aside from preventing pain while jogging, their major use seems to be to shield heterosexual men from the sight of nipples through fabric: I have to wear a sling so that they can concentrate on their work?  No.  (I spent most of my twenties saying, “My eyes are up here.”)  Then I got fitted for this stupid Life Vest which I was supposed to put a bra over, and I said, “That’s it.”  I still have bras if I have to go somewhere and I’m not wearing layers, but for bumming around the house and short trips to the diner and to walk the dog, I am a free woman.  

But also breast cancer awareness, too.   Don’t burn your bra, that’s bad for the environment, but definitely take it off and get a mammogram.  It’s that kind of day.

Working Wednesday, October 10, 2018

This week I’m working on my attitude.  Also on fixing my internet which has slowed to a crawl (grrrr).  And finding a new trash pick-up service because mine canceled on me because they decided they didn’t like driving on single lane roads.  And some other stuff.  

Actually, this week I’m working on getting over last week.  Onward and upward, Argh People!

Cherry Saturday, October 6, 2018

Today is part of Walk Your Dog Week (Oct. 1 – 7).  

It’s difficult to walk my dogs.  Milton is moving like an old man lately because of his arthritis, Veronica’s legs are extremely short, so she gets tired covering a minimal amount of ground.  Mona was born with no knees in her back legs, which means she basically takes a step forward with her front legs and then hops her back legs to follow which means she gets tired fast.  

So our big outings are down to the end of the driveway and across the one-lane road into Kathleen’s massive yard and then a turn to the left down past our mailbox and into Carl’s yard to see if Jackson wants to come out to play.  Jackson is basically a grumpy old man in tiny terrier form, but Milton and Mona love him, so he will occasionally stand on the deck and let them appreciate him.  Then we turn around and walk back and take a nap.  

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This Is a Good Book Thursday, October 4, 2018

Last week I read the news and screamed.  This week I’m reading the book I’m writing along with the book that the Girls are tugging me toward next.  Also a book on Disney’s Haunted Mansion since there’s a Haunted House in Nita’s book and it’s the setting for three important scenes.  Fortunately, Krissie is an expert on Disney, so I have a great source there, too.  And then I’m going through a stack of bartending books and drinking posts from the AV Club.  Did you know there’s a thing called Stout Muffins?  That you make with stout?  I did not.  Reading expands your world, people.

So how did you expand your world this week?

Working Wednesday, October 3, 2018

I’ve been cooking and baking like a madwoman this week.  Remember that pasta salad I had my doubts about?  It was fabulous, so this week I swapped out the pasta for tuna and made Fabulous Tuna Salad which I promptly went face down into.  Plus the usual: stroganoff, brownies, and pumpkin custard, and tonight a weird spaghetti layer thing.  I love fall.  It makes me want to cook.

Oh, and in my lust to cut the first act back, I wrote another scene for it.  Clearly, I must get a grip.

What did you make this week?

This is a Good Poem October 1st

October is a good month to read one of the most subversive poems ever read to little kids.  I wanted to do my first master’s thesis on it, but my committee said Christina Rosetti wasn’t important enough.  However, they said, I could write about her brother, Dante . . . .  Goblins, all of them.

“Goblin Market” by Christina Rosetti (1859) is after the jump.  It’s a long poem, but well worth the trip.  I tried pasting it in here, but it was just too much for the blog, so follow the link, please.

And if you don’t have time for Laura and Lizzie (although they are SO worth it), here’s “Promises Like Piecrust” (1861):

Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you;
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
Let us hold the die uncast,
Free to come as free to go;
For I cannot know your past,
And of mine what can you know? 

You, so warm, may once have been
Warmer towards another one;
I, so cold, may once have seen
Sunlight, once have felt the sun:
Who shall show us if it was
Thus indeed in time of old?
Fades the image from the glass
And the fortune is not told.

If you promised, you might grieve
For lost liberty again;
If I promised, I believe
I should fret to break the chain:
Let us be the friends we were,
Nothing more but nothing less;
Many thrive on frugal fare
Who would perish of excess.

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