It’s Laugh and Get Rich Day. I’m not sure about the rich part, but I’ll sign on to anything that makes me laugh. Calvin and Hobbes. Airplane. Monty Python and the non-flying parrot. Pratchett’s Discworld. Hot Fuzz.. P. G. Wodehouse. Bloom County.
Your turn. Give me your favorite all-time funnies, please.
I’ve decided I want to write a book called Surprise Lily. I have no idea what it’ll be about (aside from Lily, whoever she is) but I’m very intrigued. I am also reading for what I sincerely hope is the last time, a book called The Devil in Nita Dodd.
What are you reading?
So on the 3rd I realized I’d boggled Lee’s DailyFebruary2020 by not drawing a damn thing. I had, however crocheted every day because that’s what keeps my fingernails out of the ceiling. So harking to her low-bar-benefits-everybody approach, I’m counting my crochet. It includes the hearts I made as a start for my temperature blanket and a scarf I started because this stray ball of yarn I had was annoying me (I’m on Day Two of that one). Anyway I crochet every day anyway, so I’m not sure that should count. I feel like I should be blazing new trails for Lee’s February. OTOH, low bar and a lot of horrible things–taxes, business–that I have to do, so crochet may be my only hope.
So what did you all make this week?
Okay, socks are ONE kind of happiness, but making them is something new I’m learning and I’m finding it enormously satisfying even though I have more socks than any one woman needs. Maybe it’s “Happiness is Learning a New Skill,” although I also get tremendous happiness from the weird socks I’ve bought, like Nita’s the Loch-Ness-Monster-Pretending-To-Be-Cthulhu knee socks. The weird thing is, those socks have disappeared from the internet, much like the Loch Ness monster. I cannot find them anywhere no matter how hard I google. I’d think I’d made them up, except I own them. I can see them. I HAVE them, therefore they exist.
Where was I?
Of course, making vertically striped socks does have the added pleasure of choosing yarn and feeling like a pioneer woman. Assuming pioneer women made socks. Which they must have because where else would they get them? Which leads to the question, where did they get the yarn?
This week I’m having focus problems, but that makes me happy, too. If I start to actually focus on my problems, I’m less happy.
Enough about me. What made you happy this week?
Today is Take Your Child to the Library Day (that includes your inner child). Also Library Lover’s Month. All of which is to say, get yourself to a library and thank a librarian for her service (or his) and then sit there and snort some book dust in the blissful silence, at least until school lets out. The library in Wapakoneta, Ohio saved my life when I was kid.
High ceilings, huge windows, big wooden seats, peace and salvation . . . libraries were my church and the Blume library will always be the Notre Dame of libraries for me, especially because of the nun-like librarians who would smile over the desk at me and say, “Jenny, you’ve already read this one.” Bless them all, wherever they are now.
I was so busy reading books this week, that I forgot to put up this post. Damn it.
So, tell us what you read. Please.
I have done absolutely nothing of value this week, aside from some crochet and a pan of stir fry. I sincerely hope somebody else around Argh is doing better.
So who took up my slack?
Do you have surprise lilies?n I had them in one house I lived in a long time ago. Mine were slender pale pink-violet lilies that shot up overnight, big things, in the middle of nothing, surprising the hell out of me even time, and after the first year, pretty much saying, “Hey, you, I was here the whole time.” They’re also known as Resurrection Lilies or Lycoris squamigera. I’ve been having a Lycoris period here, or maybe a resurrection New Year, with old friends who were not lost because we always knew we’d talk again suddenly popping up with news happy and sad but mostly just needing to connect, and I needed that, too. I love these people even if we go months without speaking and years without seeing each other. Some people are just surprise lilies, buried deep in your life and reappearing like a blast of joy out of nowhere. So good.
What made you happy this week?
Today is A Room of One’s Own Day (thank you, Virginia Woolf). The importance for human beings to have a place they call their own cannot be overstated, especially if the human being wants to create something without being asked what she’s doing and can she make a sandwich for somebody or find somebody’s socks. Put a lock on that door. In fact, maybe this should be A Door of One’s Own Day because a room without a door is like an alcove, which is not good enough. Doors for Everyone.
It’s also Opposite Day, which just sounds annoying, and Cordova Ice Worm Festival Week, which sounds intriguing, depending on how you feel about ice worms.
Loved Trisha Ashley’s A Good Heart is Hard to Find; it comes undone toward the end, but it’s so full of good cheer, I just plowed through to the (very drawn out) ending. Great characters and very funny. I read another book that shall be nameless because it confused me; parts of it repelled me and parts of it were really good and it did stay with me, but the repellent parts . . . argh. Also back to reading my own book. Parts are repellant . . . Never mind.
What did you read this week?