This week, I’m making hats. Because hats are fast and I need immediate gratification. I don’t think immediate gratification gets enough credit, although as Carrie Fisher once said, sometimes “immediate gratification takes too long.” This week, the hats are doing it for me, five at last count, three from a pattern I lost my grip on and two from a scarf pattern that I jury-rigged to become a hat pattern. I’m finishing up a shawl, too. You know what I’m not working on? Anything I’m SUPPOSED to be working on. Still, hats.
So what did you work on this oh-hell-the-holidays-are-over-got-to-get-back-to-work week?
I love a new year. I get two, the one in January and the one in September (new school year) and I always feel so hopeful. This year will be different! Everything will be new! And it usually is, just not in the way I’d intended. That’s okay, change is good! New experiences build character! (I really feel I have enough character at this point, but I’m sure I can polish the edifice I’ve already built.). Nothing but good times ahead!
Happy New Year, Argh People, with an emphasis on the “happy.”
Still dumbfounded to be typing “2020.”
Today is Spaghetti Day.
I have mixed feeling about pasta. If it’s high fiber, it’s good for me, but if it’s whole wheat I don’t like it, so it has to be the high-fiber-but-it-doesn’t-look-or-taste-like-it kind, and that makes me suspicious. On the other hand, there are many delicious pasta recipes, especially if you include noodles, which I do because I’m a noodle-loving fiend.
I think I’ll go make stroganoff. I have high fiber noodles.
Here’s everything you need to know about Spaghetti Day.
I’ve been thinking about series. I recently read six books in a series, but I read the last five because it was a series, not because the first book was fantastic. They were fine books, but they’re not anything I’ll read again, and the first one wasn’t great enough to make me seek out the author–perfectly good but not great. So it had to be that I just wanted to see that community again.
Is that why most people read series?
I really like typing “2020.” Such a pleasing symmetry, plus that nice double bounce on the keyboard. I read the first six of the Kurland mysteries, mainly for the community. I wish Lucy and Robert would stop bitching at each other, but they’re still interesting protagonists, and the population of the country is good, bitchy fun aside from the high percentage of murders. The seventh one comes out next month and I’ll probably order that one, too. That’s the thing about series: even if you weren’t crazy about the last book, you still want to check in to see how people are doing.
So what are you reading? New year, new books, let’s go!
. It’s a new year! We’re gonna make new things and be awesome! Nothing but good times ahead!
So, what’s new, what are you starting? Besides the whole year thing, of course.
I’ve just realized I don’t have any sausage in the house. This isn’t that surprising, I’m not a sausage-loving person, but it’s NEW YEAR’S EVE. If I don’t have sausage and sauerkraut tomorrow, I’ll have a horrible year. I had sausage and sauerkraut last year; imagine how much worse this year would have been if I hadn’t.
You don’t eat sausage and sauerkraut on New Year’s Day? You must not be German. I’ve had sausage and sauerkraut on New Years for decades. No idea why, except that the sky will fall if I don’t. So I looked it up. It’s pork, not sausage (I could have been having bacon or pork chops all these years?) because pigs root forward, and the sauerkraut is actually cabbage (bok choy!) which stands for money. Or something.
So now I’m trying to figure out if I want to go out and get pork and sauerkraut or just stay home and count my blessings. It’s a stupid superstition, but . . . what I don’t do it? AAAAAAAAAArgh.
You got any do-this-or-the-new-year-will-be-a-disaster traditions? Tell me I’m not the only one. And if any of you have an eat-chocolate-or-the-sky-will-fall tradition, I’m adopting your heritage.
This cartoon by Nick Galifianakis for The Washington Post pretty much sums up where I am right now. It’s nice inside my house, or my fort as my therapist calls it. I have computers, my iPad, a phone (that I keep losing), three dogs, comfy chairs, TVs with Netflix and Amazon Prime, a kitchen with every tool I could possibly need plus plenty of Diet Coke and bok choy, three dogs (did I mention them?), and enough yarn to crochet a cosy for the country.
Which would probably be a good idea at this point.
So one of my intentions (not resolutions) is to get out more in 2020. That gives me two more days plus the holiday to snuggle down and pretend the outside world is JUST FINE, THANKS. But after that, I’m going to proceed with caution back to the real world, back to writing Nita and getting a contractor to look at my collapsing foundation and getting the dogs shots and finishing a hellacious amount of laundry (the laundromat is a good place to do hellacious amounts of laundry, so many machines), yes in 2020, I am going to gad about like . . . something that gads. (I was going to use the Ancient Mariner, but that grabbing one of three bit would probably get me committed.). Yessiree, 2020 will be different.
Until it gets here, I’ll be in my fort.
So it’s New Year’s Eve eve, and I’m sure somewhere in the world there’s a country that didn’t have an tyrant in charge of it, cataclysmic weather conditions, an uprising of intolerance and bigotry, or rioting, repression, and regret, but it’s not my country. I’m sticking with the idea that this is an extinction burst, or as one dog training expert put it, “An extinction burst is when the unwanted behavior gets worse before it gets better . . . . The dog is saying this sentence to himself. “Hey, this always worked before. I must not be jumping high enough or biting hard enough.” This is the year the dogs of bigotry and intolerance jumped higher and bit harder, but so far, the courts and the sane members of the government have whacked them on the nose with a rolled-up Constitution.
I do believe that the arc of the universe bends toward justice. And that makes me happy.
What made you happy in 2019?
It’s Write A Business Plan Month, and since I’m in the business of living, I think I’m gonna go for a Business of Living Plan. This should not be mistaken for a list of New Year Resolutions because I’m against those. This is more of a “Things I Intend To Do To Make Living More Excellent in 2020.” They are not ways to improve myself. Screw that. They are Fabulous Living Plans. Entirely different thing. For example, I can have as many French fries as I want on this Fabulous Living Plan because it does not involve restricting my food intake in any way. I may have to do that as another part of my life, but it does not go on this list.
I’m still working on my list, but it’s definitely going to include: Continue reading