I’m chopping veggies and diagramming scene sequences so I can chop Nita. Also shaving Veronica and scrubbing floors. Thinking seriously about making chocolate chip cookies.
Also working on a new Krissie project (remember the Pig? The bat case? The Krissie Bag?): she has this kind of cart thingy that uses to walk around stores since her knees are shot, and while it’s a lovely blue, it’s plain, and she wants fancy. We discussed options–make it look like a little kid’s bike with streamers and a pink basket, turn it into a unicorn, make it a circus wagon– but in the end we went with Gypsy Caravan. The problem is, it’s all tubes, no flat surfaces except for the seat, and it has to fold up, so it’s going to take some cogitation. Right now I’m looking at how the bones of the wood caravans are often painted in contrast to the flat panels, and the use of painted flowers. I’ve ordered some light blue pin striping tape to start with, and I see some crocheted Irish roses in my future along with double stick tape. But I must think about this first. It took me weeks to do the Pig, if you remember. The Pig is retired now; it was starting to fall apart. I believe the bats are still in circulation.
I was sitting here trying to come up with a happiness tag and realized you probably. knew all the things that made me happy by now. So it’s your turn. How do you define happiness? (This week I was happy because I didn’t have to define happiness.)
“Proud plant-owners can show off their leafy friends to the neighbourhood when Take Your Houseplant For A Walk Day rolls around. The idea behind this day is to celebrate plants, and to acquaint plants with their immediate environment, which is supposed to be healthy for them. Plant-owners can admire each others’ plants, and exchange stories and tips on plant-care. For those who find this concept a little strange, there are more conservative ways to get involved. Plants grow throughout their lives, and you can use this day as an excuse to re-pot any plants that might be getting a bit big for their abode. You can take your plant for a walk to a new location within the house, perhaps one where it might get more sun. And if you don’t own a houseplant, there’s no better day to bring one home and introduce it to your family.”
So I bring in a houseplant and say, “Look, Milton, Veronica, and Mona, I want you to meet our new housemate, Herb,” and one of them ignores me, one of them chews on it, and the other one pees on it.
Since I have a black thumb (every plant I buy dies), I’m just going to pretend this is Ice Cream Day instead.
Instead of reading, I’ve been binge watching old seasons of Grimm, which apparently. started to go off the rails about the time the Black Claw showed up. Why is it that episodic shows always shoot themselves in the narrative foot with big mythologies? Character, not plot, people. Definitely time to get back to reading.
I went looking for happiness quotes and found them all irritating, in the same way that I find self-help books with titles like “Ten Stupid Things You. Do. To. Mess Up Your. Life” annoying as hell. (Also extra periods in my sentences, but that’s another post.) The last thing I need is some probably. dead person telling me that any state of being I am currently experiencing that is not happiness is all my fault. The dumbest one was “If you aren’t grateful for what you already have, what makes you think you would be happy with more?” Well, if I’m short on something, having more would make me happier, right? I mean, come on.
My gift for you this Sunday is no damn happiness quotes.
Can a near-tragedy help two best friends realize they’re meant to be so much more?
Best friends since grade school, high-powered Chicago attorney, Sean Flaherty, and small-town mayor Megan Mackenzie have always shared a special bond. When Sean is shot by a client’s angry ex, Megan rushes to his side, terrified she’s about to lose her long-time confidant.
Upon his return to River’s Edge to recuperate, Sean discovers that his feelings for his pal have taken an undeniable turn for the romantic. While Megan struggles with an unfamiliar longing for Sean, she worries that he may be mistaking a safe place to land for love.
Can Sean help her realize that they are truly meant to be so much more than friends?
The best thing I read all week was a recipe for Chicken Au Jus. And the book I’m writing which is brilliant, brilliant, I’m telling you. Also the directions to my spiralizer. Note to self: Find a good book to read that you’re not actually writing.
I am re-blocking Nita and having a marvelous time. Any task that involves graph paper and colored markers is My Kind Of Job. Also, appalled though I am to see school supplies in the stores already, I am delighted to report that there are school supplies in the stores already. I don’t need any. office supplies, but come on, it’s for work.