Robert Frost was not a nice person, but he wrote excellent poetry. This poem has been in the front of my mind for two years now, pretty much since November of 2016 . . . Continue reading
This book is huge with a cast of thousands and five subplots plus, of course, a main plot. And as we all know, organization is not in my natural skill set. This leads me to do Act Blurbs.
You know what blurbs are, those pithy synopses on the back of the book that run something like “She’s a cop, he’s the Devil, they fight crime!” and right away you know what the book is about and if it’s your thing. So early on, I figured out that one way to break the progression of a book down was to give the acts titles. Then I remembered I’m bad at titles and went to one sentence blurbs. Like: Continue reading
I have no idea if Ava Gardner actually said that, but if she did, she was my kind of woman. In the end, that’s what happiness comes down to, I think: beauty around you in sight and sound, people you love close to you, work and play that fulfills you, and really great food. Everything else is noise.
What was on your list for happiness this week?
July is World Picnic Month.
Bring enough for everybody. Continue reading
I was not looking forward to today because I had an MRI scheduled. I don’t mind MRIs, I can sleep through those, but the drive there included I-80 to 287 S, and that’s a bitch and I was stressed. But they called and asked me to reschedule and I said, “YES!” and now I have the whole day free. Oh, joy, joy, happiness, happiness, joy. Of course I should be spending my time doing a decent blog post for here, but instead, you’re getting this and I’m going to go out and leap about, having a good time.
My plans are: Continue reading
I’m currently re-reading the Rivers of London series by Aaronovitch because I mistakenly thought the next one was out in August. Nope, November. I’m still enjoying them after multiple re-reads, so it’s about time I started taking them apart to see why. There are minor things that annoy me, but mostly they’re really solid stories about a great world full of great characters. Can’t ask for much more than that.
So what have you been reading?
Today, I am going to set up my new office.
I figure if I state that here, I’ll finally have to do it.
What’s your work plan this week?
I’m reading an old Michael Gilbert novel called End Game which has a rat bastard protagonist. David Morgan is hard-drinking, insensitive, and immoral, a man who comes in late to work, late to dinner, and stays late to search the boss’s office. He picks fights with his girlfriend who supports him financially, deliberately upsets a fussy, older woman at work who rightfully suspects him of slacking off and drinking on the job, sleeps around, and picks the locks of people who trust him to read private files about a business titan named Blackett. He’s a creep. The first time I read the book, I thought, “Why am I reading about this guy?” and kept reading anyway. The next time I read it, I looked at the plot which was as finely tuned as any of Gilbert’s stories. This time I read it just for that bastard protagonist: Why would any reader (especially a woman reader) stay in a story with David Morgan?
Sometimes when I’ve been holed up in the cottage too long, I do some shopping therapy. Also, any time Krissie comes to visit from the wilds of Vermont, we do shopping therapy (she calls visiting the backwater where I live “visiting civilization,” which gives you some idea of the backwater where SHE lives). The point is not to buy anything, although we sometimes do, it’s to go and find out what’s there. (Basically, we’re Rikki Tikki Tavi.) Since we’re hitting places like Home Goods, Staples, Walmart, and Target, we are not spending big bucks, but we are satisfying our ancient roles as gatherers. We were bred for this. You know, like this guy:
How did you go and get happiness this week?
Today is National Junk Food Day.
I object to the term “Junk Food.” Okay granted, if a food is 90% sugar, salt or fat (or 90% sugar, salt, AND fat), it’s probably junk, but a lot of perfectly good food gets lumped under the Junk Food label. Like Krispy Kremes. Okay, probably not those. Or Big Macs. Okay, not those either. Or Snickers ice cream bars– okay, no, not them, but how about french fries; they’re a vegetable.
You know, you probably shouldn’t eat junk food.