This Is A Good Book Thursday, July 18, 2018

I’m still in Golden Age Mystery mode, more so since Amazon Prime put some of Christiana Brand’s books on sale for $1.99 for Prime Day.   I started with the third Inspector Cockerill novel, one I hadn’t read and was amazed all over again by her characterization.  Then I went back and got the first one and then the second, which is Green for Danger, one of the best mysteries I’ve ever read, about a military hospital during the Blitz.   One of the reasons it’s so superb is that Brand wrote it during the Blitz, next to the military hospital where her husband worked, typing in her hard hat. It’s considered by mystery experts to be a classic, but everything she wrote is marvelous.  I’ve got four more to go, and Amazon put some Catherine Aird on sale, too, so I’m good for the rest of the week.

What did you find to read this week?


Working Wednesday July 18, 2018

I think I need a new regular weekly post: Sleeping Sundays.  I’m sleeping all the time now, which makes it hard to make stuff.  Must learn to multi-task and write while sleeping.  Still, I have Big Plans.  BIG plans.

What was on your to-do list this week?

Happiness is Summer with Friends

When I ended up in the hospital, I explained to my doctors that I had to go home and get my dogs and board them at the vet.  Just as they were prepared to taze me to keep me from leaving, Krissie drove down, collected the dogs (who adore her), schlepped them to the vet, and washed my dishes.  She also came to the hospital twice a day and made me laugh.   And when I got out four days later, we went to the diner and assessed the situation which, as far as I was concerned, came down to one thing: I am extremely lucky in my best friend and my daughter, who did everything while I was flat on my back getting holes punched in me.  Krissie’s coming down again at the end of July, preferably without another heart failure on my part, and we will laugh again because she is my best friend, and because laughing in the summer (or winter) with friends is the best recipe for joy I know.

How did you kick up your heels this week?

Cherry Saturday, July 14, 2018

Today is Pandemonium Day.  The word “pandemonium” is from Milton’s Paradise Lost and means “all the demons,” or possibly “the place all the demons hang out,” and he seemed to think it was bad.   Well, you know what a buzzkill Milton was (the poet, not the dog).  I like to think of it as Hell’s Elk’s Club.  

From there the word degenerated into a synonym for chaos, which isn’t nearly as interesting or probably as accurate since there isn’t a lot of evidence that demons aren’t as organized as human beings, who in turn aren’t as organized as ducks.  Organization is greatly overestimated in living things, is what I’m saying.  

So today, you get to be as disorganized as you want, in celebration of . . . I really have no idea.  Nobody really organized this holiday.

It’s also National Ice Cream Month.  Might want to go with that. Continue reading

This Is A Good Book Thursday, July 12, 2018

I’ve been reading old mysteries–Allingham, Christie, Francis, etc.–and taking many naps.  I did try one new book and really didn’t like it (name withheld to protect living author) because I wanted to slap the protagonist, always a bad sign.   New mantra: Please let me never write a slappable protagonist.  Of course, some people will find damn near anybody slappable.  Sigh.  

So what did you read this week?  Any unslappable protagonists?

Working Wednesday, July 11, 2018

I’m still sorting through Act One, making changes based on all your comments.   And starting to clear out the bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room.  Also bought yellow paint for the bathroom trim.  Bright, screaming yellow paint.  Screaming yellow zonker paint.   SO happy making.  And then there are the tomatoes; all that warm, smooth red makes me happy.  And there were blueberries at the farm stand!   Life is good.

What are you making that makes you happy this week?

Okay, Back to Work

I’m home, I’m stable (well, in context, I’m stable), and it’s now time to get back to work.   I’d meant to start back yesterday (it’s Monday!  Go To Work!) and I did e-mail with Krissie so we could start sharing progress stories daily, and then I went to sleep.  But TODAY . . . 

Okay, today I’m going out to a farm stand and buy tomatoes because I suddenly have a craving for frittata.  

And today, I’m going to clear out the last of the guest room and the bathroom so two rooms in this house are clean and bright.  

And today I’m going through all the notes on Nita’s first act that you all gave me and doing a rewrite, especially that at-what-point-is-she-too-dumb-to-live for not accepting the supernatural.

That’s a full day for me, invalid that I am.  Actually, I’m not an invalid, I feel better than I have in months.  But I’m still pacing myself.  

Then tonight I’ll e-mail Krissie and probably say, “My accomplishments today?  I bought tomatoes.”  Sigh.  

OTOH the dogs are chewing on rawhide bones and having a great time, so I think the whole tender-teeth thing is probably in the past.  Nothing but good times ahead.

Anybody else have plans for the week?

Inner Happiness

Inner peace always reminds me of that Groucho Marx line: “Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend, inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.”  

Yes, I know that’s not deep.  I’ve been sick as a dog for a month.  Be happy you’re getting a Happiness Post.

How were you happy this week, outside of the dog? Continue reading

Cherry Saturday, July 7, 2018

Today is Macaroni Day.   (It’s also Chocolate Day, but then every day is . . .).

Macaroni is one of the Ultimate Comfort Foods, probably because so many of our mothers shoved it in front of us as kids.  One of the first meals I had out of the hospital was macaroni and cheese because I needed a food hug.  I have since concentrated on Caesar salads and broiled chicken, but mac and cheese is always waiting in the background, a blast from the past and comfort for the future.  And that’s before we get to Johnny Marzetti from the school cafeteria and any number of slumgullions made with whatever’s in the house at the time.  And now that they have high fiber pasta, well, why wouldn’t you get a spoon and start to scoop?