Monday, July 28, 2008

Books I've read in the past few weeks: A couple more of the P.B. Ryan/Nell Sweeney mysteries. Very good.
"Mephisto Club" - Tess Gerritsen
"Desire Lines" - Christina Baker Kline.
"The Awakening" - Kate Chopin
"Running Out of Time" - Margaret Petersen Haddix
"Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" - John Berendt (3rd read)

And then I've started and stopped a fair few also. A Harlan Coben, an Anne Rivers Siddons, "The Earth House" about finding Buddhism, and a few erotica/romance novels because I've been thinking about developing one of my stories into an erotica novel and I'm looking for inspiration. I read a Lisa Kleypas book, "Suddenly You". It was refreshingly different. And now I'm shoveling my way through a Bertrice Small book. I'm telling myself it's research.

Gooses down by our pond. I am both leery of and fascinated by geese. They have this seductive, calming sort of gait... but they're mean as all get out. John took this picture earlier today on his phone. He also took a picture of his new black eye. Seems he was lying in bed this morning talking on the phone and when he hung the phone back on the cradle it didn't quite click into place. Instead, it fell directly onto his left eye. Normally this would be kind of funny. However, the same damn thing happened to me a year or so ago and I can tell you from first hand experience... ain't funny. Hurts real bad. My encounter with the phone is the reason its antenna is now held on with duct-tape. I threw the damn thing against a wall. So back to John's black eye. I told him it makes him look rakish. Either that or like a 6th grader stole his lunch money.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

hither-tither

First thing this morning I weighed myself. I can not deny it. Posh Spice no longer has reason to fear me. So John went to Dunkin's and bought himself a blueberry bagel with cream cheese and I requested a coffee and then I guilted him into going walking with me. I did 4 miles and he did 3. We are now pleased with ourselves and ready to take on the world... or at least Putnam. You can't lose weight or remain healthy while you're scarfing down french fries and brownie sundaes on a daily basis. My goal is 10 lbs by the end of September.

Speaking of people who like to eat... last night Angie called me all bored and discontent. So I suggested she walk to the beach and I would try to find her on the live web-cam that's mounted on the Kure Beach Pier. She was game. The only problem is the web-cam only stays in one position for 10 seconds at a time. So I'm sitting at the computer in my underwear with my legs propped up yelling over the telephone, "Run Angie!!! Run to the left of the pier!!!" while she laughs like a fool and hauls-ass across the sand. Finally, I had her climb to the top of the life guard tower and eventually I spotted her. She's waving her arms in the air like she's flagging down a plane and I'm 800 miles away waving my arms at a computer screen. It was the high-light of my week.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Bea had fleas and I have turned 32.

32... that's like, your mother's age. I don't feel like any one's mother. Most times I feel about 15. Restless and indifferent. Haven't blogged in a while because I've been busy de-flea-ing "her". And planning the Scronce Sister's in Savannah vacation that will commence September 30. I'm playing tour guide for 5 days/4 nights. We're staying at the Dresser-Palmer Inn and we're all very excited.

Today is my birthday. Last night John bought my plane ticket for the above mentioned vacation. Visiting Mama and Daddy too so I'll be gone for over a week. I guess that makes it a vacation for John too. We ate dinner at the Nordic Lodge in RI. John ate 5 lobsters and I had (among various other things) a brownie sundae the size of a soccer ball. As we were leaving, our pretty waitress brought me a birthday candle and lit it and told me I had to make a wish right there. So I did. And I hugged her and we walked out the door and lying there 10 feet from us on a lounging deck was a big yellow cat. So I walked over and picked her up and we proceeded to make human/feline magick. She purred and nuzzled and licked my chin and I purred and nuzzled and kissed her head. And she was exactly what I had wished for. A bit of pure unadulterated happiness. It was a good birthday.