Monday, March 30, 2009
*Another item for the curb list, the mostly non-functional dehumidifier that I've been tripping over in the laundry room for two years. It must go!
*And, of course, the big fat question on everyone's mind is, will we get a ton of snow dumped on us over the next twenty-four hours?!?! Will March exit as the proverbial lion?!?! Does anyone remember how March came in?
*I have known for years that I have a tremendous amount of fun with my girlfriends. I also have a pretty good time doing things on my own. Could someone please explain to me why I want and/or need a man in my life? Why do I crave male companionship? For crying out louder than necessary! For what reasonable, logical, practical purpose could I possibly desire that sort of complication?!?! Oh, yeah. I remember now, it's coming back to me. Never mind.
*Newton and Einstein don't know yet, but in just a little over a week major mayhem will take over the household. Furniture shuffling. Carpet removal. Painting. Including the closets in my bedroom. Scraping that nasty bubble texture off the ceiling and painting it a brilliant white. Carpet installation. More furniture shuffling. Ahhhh. My new and improved bedroom! And I must thank the very friendly and capable young woman at the local Lowe's who beautifully matched the no longer available Martha Stewart color, Beeswax, that is currently on my bedroom walls, in another brand of paint.
*Is it really an entire year since I headed out for Arizona? What a memorable, terrific road trip. I still need to drive around Lake Superior in the Subaru. And I absolutely must go camping this summer!!!
*I'm contemplating buying a new bike this spring. A comfy bike that I can ride in a more upright position. My ten-plus year old mountain bike just isn't going to do the trick anymore. I really do enjoy biking and haven't done nearly enough of it the last couple of years. My knees will thank me. My blood pressure will thank me. And I kinda want a pink one. With a matching pink helmet. Does that surprise anyone?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
stuff with the tomatoes. There was also wine. And dessert. And smoked salmon. And cajun mahi-mahi. And these irresistible little biscuits with cheese and herbs baked right into them. And prime rib carved by a chef-looking guy in a white jacket at the end of the buffet. After two hours of forklifting I felt like a whale and wondered if there was a forklift on the premises to relocate me to the car in the parking lot. To the relief of my dinner companions, I did not voice aloud this particular wondering.
Nor did I ponder aloud to our most attentive waiter my thought that the only thing that
could improve the buffet would be to include a young, buff and scantily clad young man perhaps named Raul to peel the shrimp for me. I have difficulty multitasking employing restraint, so I indulged in the food and kept my thoughts to myself.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
*One circa 1981 plaid couch.
*Three office chairs in various states of disrepair and dishevelment.
*Odd pieces of broken furniture that have taken up residence in the garage over the winter.
Drop by in a couple of weeks! If my trash is your treasure, you are most welcome to it.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Spring is here! The windows are open. The outside temperature is a welcoming 64 degrees. The sun is shining and snowbanks are shrinking. And to celebrate the arrival of la prima vera, I have indulged in my own personal spring ritual, the painting of the toenails. Now that sandals and barefoot days are upon us, perish the thought that I might be caught with dreary toenails. Should you care to duplicate this look, my toes are sporting Cover Girl Boundless Color 515, Megawatt Mauve. I feel springy. Although still a little less exotic since the loss of my navel piercing. I miss that cute little ring! I'm considering repiercing but do not look forward to the lengthy healing process. And for the second time in less than a year, my recycling containers were pilfered from the end of my driveway yesterday. A curse upon you, you thieving, mouldering piles of parrot droppings! I shall continue to recycle despite your stealing ways! Then I'll hug a tree, stir my compost, and scrub my kitchen sink with baking soda! And feel festive all the while with my Megawatt Mauve toenails. Happy Spring!
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
3.14, 2009. Ladies and gentlemen, a moment of reverence for Pi Day. Which I choose to celebrate with pie. Pumpkin and pecan, currently cooling up in the kitchen. Just waiting for a generous dollop of whipped cream and we are transported to pie nirvana. Or Valhalla. Or something. The best part is tomorrow, though, when we celebrate the day after pie day by enjoying pie for breakfast. Pie for breakfast is one of the most wonderful things in life, a ritual to live by, and wholly worth any rationalizing.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Kerfuffle. Say it two or three times. Isn't it fun? And now, in honor of St. Patrick's Day next week and in tribute to all trailer house residents everywhere, I have written a limerick that contains my new favorite word. I meant mobile home. And where else but here could you find combined such diverse and fascinating subjects? Not necessary to answer, that was rhetorical.
Old tires the noise they should muffle.
If the din does persist,
Turn up the TV, I insist!
Don't get your panties all in a kerfuffle.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
If I had truly wanted the carpet measuring guy to see one of my unmentionables, I would have hung it from the ceiling fan. It would seem that I dropped a little something when I scooped up the pile of clothing from the bathroom floor. The rest of the pile was hauled without incident to the laundry room. And, naturally, the doorbell rang while I was still downstairs. I did not have the opportunity to do the once-over for missed undies. I suppose it could have been worse. But I ask you, did it have to be so very high contrast? And since the carpet measuring guy got an eyeful, I thought it was only fair that you get one, too. But only one eyeful. Please be courteous and wink. ;)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Just for fun, this is Miss Manners' take on the subject of internet dating.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
I have no self control whatsoever. I only made it ten days. I couldn't take the itchy ankles thing anymore! Being a white girl of both Norwegian and Scottish descent, I also have undertones of blue to my skin. I do not venture outdoors without a healthy slathering of spf 45 sunscreen. I am pale and my hair is dark. The result of not shaving for over a week had rendered my legs nearly ape-like. I know, I know, I gave up shaving my legs for Lent. I have had much longer (pun intended) hair growing experiments in the past that I have endured for up to two months. But yesterday I caved and shaved. And I didn't even have a date last night.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Welcome to my writing space/office/blogging room. This is the ottoman I put my feet up on. Oh, and a look at the pretty rug that keeps my toes away from the cold tile basement floor. I have found that comfortable feet keep me focused on writing.
This is the all business corner of the room. Desk. Bulletin board. Computer. Desk lamp. Shelves filled with reference materials and office supplies. Ignore the tv. It's not even plugged in.
Einstein and Newton, in a completely separate room. As usual, denying knowledge of or responsibility for anything. Begging for tuna, most likely.
This is the crafty corner of the room. Unfinished projects, scrapbook supplies, unfiled papers. Ignore that mess under the table.
How did this get in here? A dopey photo of me expressing some sort of deep emotional contemplation in regard to the fake spilled drink on the bar. Really. It's a red plastic puddle attached to a wine glass. Found in your better novelty stores, or here, on the bar at Latitude 44. I like to think of it as l'attitude 44, where you can cop one. Or 44. Or as many as you think you can handle.
Ooh, back to my office. Large comfy chair in the corner is indispensable for journal writing, poetry construction and the occasional nap. Penguins and polar bears on shelf are for inspiration, amusement, and the collection of dust bunnies. Radio is for casual Saturday NPR listening. This American Life. The Splendid Table. A Prairie Home Companion. I'm a Sustaining Member, now, so I can come out of the shame closet where the rest of you NPR moochers hang out.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
It only happens nine times a century, people. Happy Square Root Day! I am such a pitiful geeky girl. To celebrate I consumed a root crop. There were carrots in my soup this evening. Alas, they were round slices, not square chunks. The last SRD of the twentieth century sticks in my mind. 9/9/'81. A sun-drenched late summer morning when I dropped by the construction site where my boyfriend was working. I was on my way to work myself and I don't remember why I felt compelled to stop and see him. What I do remember very clearly is that I looked at him that morning and knew I didn't want to be with him any more, that I didn't really like him very much. But it's hard to let go of what is familiar, and I clung to that relationship for several more months, way beyond its expiration date. I'm smarter about letting go, now, and it's easier for me to accept the fluid nature of life. Change is inevitable and predictable and perennial. Count on it like its comrades death and taxes. Another fascinating numerical holiday occurs a week from this Saturday, 3.14, aka Pi Day. Bake a pie, eat some pie, create a pie chart and see how many decimal places you can recite pi to beyond 3.14159. And I'll see you back here on the next SRD, April 4, 2016.