My friend Sooz has another great column in Meridian. Like her, I am thankful for those of you who read my blog and have extended your friendship. Every blessed one of you is a miracle in my life.
I finished binding off Adamas on the ride into work. I started reading Hitchhiker’s Guide on my break. You know how Auntie Mame sang, “We need a little Christmas?” Well, I need a little lunacy at the moment, and I would prefer that it not come from within the four walls of my own brainpan.
Yes, I know I said I didn’t know if this was the right time to read it. I still don’t. But I’m trying again. I know that I don’t have the patience just now to tackle the second volume in the Twilight series. I think I would get irritated with Bella’s immaturity [she’s 18; she’s *supposed* to be a little immature, at least in today’s US culture; but still].
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my job and the people I work with? I went into work all fragile and frazzled, and by lunchtime I was feeling relatively normal. Of course, as Middlest is always quick to point out, there is normal-people normal, and then there is our-family normal. I might still be an ant or two short of a picnic, in terms of being fully functional. But I feel way better than I did on Monday morning.
Great visit with Trainman on the ride home. He was incredulous that I live so close to Central Market and had never tried their chocolate mousse cake. Says he, “We will just have to go to Central Market tonight and get you some of that cake.”
I flap my eyebrows at him, “Oh, we are going to do this, are we?”
“Yes, we are.” [Well, we didn’t. But I did. Also more dolmas, a small but perfect salmon steak, and a baking potato. Dinner last night was half of that potato, all of that salmon nuked with the lemon-dill sauce, and half of the chocolate mousse cupcake that I bought. I was not about to buy a whole cake that cost over $22.00! That’s three or more books off the bargain rack, or a skein of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn!]
That cake is almost a religious experience. My mouth has not been that happy since the last time I was well-and-truly kissed!
OK, time for a topic which does not threaten to undo all that lovely chocolate-induced endorphin haze. Behold the kitchen window and its shutters.
The somewhat blurry decorative gable vent.
And my porch light [as yet unphotographed] is now motion-sensitive. Woohoo!
4 comments:
Your little home is taking on a very appealing cottage feel. I rather like it. I'm a little jealous even. *hugs*
I almost cried when I saw the shutters. They are perfect for this house. And the gable vent introduces a bit of curvy contrast.
I like the details on the house and am truly jealous over your having a trainman (or getting to ride the train and not having to drive at all) and getting chocolate mouse cake and I'm not. I will be at CM this weekend so I may have to remedy that!
Lynn,
A word on books: If you are serious about wanting a little lunacy from the outside, you might like reading "Hullabaloo in the Guava Orchard." It is craziness all the way through, even light and silly while being a commentary on familial traditions.
Also, my sister said she looked at your book reading list and went, got, and read The Whistling Season. She LOVED it and said it is about as good as Peace Like a River. If you haven't read that one and would like a good innocent cry, get it now! I've just ordered Whistling Season from my library and will pick it up today -- now I must finish Christy in a hurry.
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