It’s not exactly breaking news that color has an effect on mood, but that’s all science stuff. What I’m realizing is that color’s effect on my mood depends on where I am in time and space. I had a purple and blue bedroom once that made me extremely happy. Then I had a Zen green bedroom that made me extremely happy. Now I have a pink and green bedroom that makes me extremely happy, especially since I have a pale green night table with a heavy green glass water goblet on it, and beside that is a green striped ceramic thingy with Q-tips and tweezers and a nail file in it. It has a pink rose on it which makes me extremely happy. I would not be nearly as happy if the rose were red. I have no idea why this is, I just know that I look at those colors and I am happy. I think that’s all I need to know.
Today is National Tea Day (in US and UK and possibly other places, but not International Tea Day because that’s December 15, no, I don’t why there are two Tea Days, drink up).. My favorite is peppermint, but I am open to many others because tea is just a good thing (okay, not the fruit-flavored ones) and also with tea you often get cookies. Even better, you get teapots, which I adore which is why I have so many. Basically, tea is just a good thing that deserves its own day. Let’s celebrate. Bring cookies. (The teapot above is a one-cup from Appletree Design. I did not buy it. I did buy the Sugar High Social cookie jar, though:
I read Skinny Dip again since I’d recommended it. Still love it. My Heyer binge is over along with my Rex Stout binge, so I haven’t been obsessively reading. I think I’m going to skip the Comey book; I read the Fire and Fury book and that was enough, especially since the ongoing story is hard to top: Michael Cohen’s mystery client is Sean Hannity? Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry. (Not sorry. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.) I do have several new books I got because of Bookbub including Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About because I loved the sample and Fluent Forever: How to Learn Any Language Fast and Never Forget It because it’s time I got the basics in something besides English (my Spanish needs a lot of help and my French and Italian are pretty much non-existant). Also The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Composting. I have plans, Big Plans.
I’m working on the disaster area that is my kitchen and actually making progress. It’s not clean yet, but it’s not as horrifying as it was. This is Kitchen Week, and I figure if I just keep at it every day, I can have the sucker clean by Sunday. At which point it will be Living Room Week. The problem is, I shut down when it gets truly cold and dark, so I’ve got four months of hermit slobbishness to clean up. I can do it. Probably. . And I got a lot done on the afghan I started in November of 2016,, so there’s that. And I fixed a hole in the first act of Nita. I worked.
I had lunch with my agent, Meg, Saturday, just because we hadn’t seen each other in such a long time. Also, I love Meg. We caught up about kids and general social stuff and then got started on TV. Like me, she is cordless, getting her moving pictures from Amazon and Netflix and other streamers, and we got started on that “Have you seen this?” thing you do when you talk about TV. What really surprised me is that I hadn’t seen any of hers and she hadn’t seen any of mine. I thought we were soulmates. What happened? Continue reading →
I think contentment gets a bum rap because it sounds boring, but I think it may be the true goal of life, to look about you and think, “I built this life for myself and I am happy with it, not exhilarated or excited or enthralled, but just bone deep content with who I am and where I am.” Or as Douglas Adams said, ” I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” This could be because I am old, since I do believe you have to grow into contentment because you have to learn what gives you peace before you can find it. If so, then growing old is a small price to pay for contentment.
April is Garden Month and Decorating Month. Or Winter Is Finally Over So Let’s Get This Place In Shape Month. Or Screw It, Nobody Is Coming Over So I’m Going To Read A Good Book And Eat Chocolate Month. No, wait, that’s every month.
April is Unf*ck Your Habitat and Yard by Tidying Up and Death Cleaning Month. Also, taxes are due Monday.
My current rant is for book blurbs that end in questions: Can he save the woman he loves? (No, she dies in the end.) Will she learn to love again? (No, she becomes embittered and vindictive and a house falls on her.) Is it possible for her to face her problems? (No, she’ll give up and go home to the town she swore she’d never return to and open a bakery-restaurant-B&B where she will become bitter and vindictive because there was a reason she swore she’d never go back, and she’ll die in the end.) It strikes me there’s a reason there’s no blurb that asks, “Will Gregor Samsa find happiness as a cockroach?” and also why I’m not asking “Can Argh People find good books to read?” Of course he can’t, and of course we can. What did you read this week?