The Weekend

It’s fake flower time again – this is a picture of another card I like that folds out to look 3D.  My sister sent it to me.  It has nothing really to do with anything else I’ve written here, except that now I can put this in the 365 project category and not feel guilty.  Like that ever happens.  Me feeling guilty about my categories.  They’re way beyond random most days anyway.

Since our big schedule change at work that has me working both weekend days, having a Saturday and Sunday off was just one of those rare things that won’t be happening much anymore;  so this past weekend was especially savored.  My daughter went south for two days and I got to enjoy my 11 year old granddaughter and her crazy little dog livening up my empty house.  We went camera shopping on Friday night (grandma, why does he keep showing me PINK ones?), everything else shopping on Saturday, including a couple of hours in Chapters, (did a lot of looking and picked up some great books) and then spent a lovely relaxing Sunday with me reading and Kenzie working on her novel.  This has been in the works at her home in a notebook which she brought with her so she could type it up on my computer.

She has completed a cover page and four chapters.  Printing and revising and reprinting has used up a lot of paper and a lot of ink and a LOT of brain power between her bursts of inspiration and my proof reading and spell checking.  I think she will NEVER forget the difference between your and you’re after grandma having a total freak out about it.  Grandmas should be good for something besides printer ink.

I really want to know how the story ends, but she’s the kind of writer who is keeping that a secret, so far even from herself, and just letting her characters live their lives in an old house where strange things happen.  She is very excited to write up the back cover blurb, and already wondering who she should mention on the dedication page.

Four chapters is way too thick to staple, so the pages are hole punched and tied up with yellow ribbons.  If it never gets beyond this stage, it doesn’t matter.  It’s beautiful just the way it is.  And she’s incredibly proud of it.  And I’m incredibly proud of her.

The dog is another story.  I put a blanket up on the back of the love seat because he CANNOT resist getting up there so that he can look out the window and bark hysterically at anything that moves.  Then he runs down the hallway to the back bedroom if things are moving to the left, and is away to the back door if things are moving to the right. After that he must immediately come leaping back to the window having discovered for the gazillionth time that the back door is closed and the window in the bedroom is covered by a curtain and nothing that he saw outside actually ended up in either one of these two locations where he expected to find them.  OMG, they must still be outside!    Better jump back up on the love seat to see what’s going on out there!  This continues until he drops from exhaustion.  Which is never soon enough to suit me.

I think he would make an interesting addition to her story, even though what motivates him is difficult to pinpoint.  Lack of exercise, maybe.  We should have walked him more.  Perhaps serious authors should not own crazy little dogs.

This and That and a Couple of Other RandomThings

Checked out two different horoscopes today just in case something interesting and exciting might be looming in my immediate future. It kills me that they’re kind of on the same page with this.  And making me wonder if a sledgehammer is perhaps something I should be putting on one of my many lists.

1.  You’re in the mood to do something radically different to your home, and you’re not willing to stop at just one measly little purple accent wall either. If you’re not a licensed contractor, don’t get carried away with that sledgehammer.

2.  Focus your energies on chores or changes to your home today. If you spend too much time on playful entertainments or distractions, you could miss something that needs to be fixed. You might have a bigger problem later on. Don’t procrastinate.

Playful entertainments or distractions!  Don’t procrastinate!  Sheeeeesh.  How do they always manage to peg me so well.

Yesterday I popped the car radio on for my usual 30 seconds or less – that’s about how long it takes me to get annoyed with whatever is on there – and some guy was talking about Internet Addictive Disorder.  He was trying to reassure people that it’s not really an addiction per se, unless it interferes with your work or home and family life.  HA!  Internet Addictive Disorder IS my home life.  Although I’m making an effort to improve the quality of my wasted time.  By playing things like Lexulous and Wordscraper and Hot Shot.  Improving my brain power and hand eye co-ordination.  I miss the writing challenges they used to have on Plinky – writing a story using nothing but dialogue;  100 words without using the letter E, a poem where every word begins with the letter S.  I’m not a big fan of the brainless ones that ask me to name my favourite brand of laundry detergent.

To further procrastinate (putting off painting that purple accent wall) I will answer the table topic card for today.  Today, by the way, is Albert Schweitzer’s birthday.  (1875 – 1965).  I had a book about him when I was a pre-teen and admired his building of a hospital and medical work in Africa, for which he won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1952.  And now back to the table topic card – would you be likely to survive alone in the wilderness.  NO, I very likely would not.  I’m no Albert Schweitzer.  Wild animals and bugs and weather would finish me off very quickly I think.  In fact, I think I don’t even want to think about it.

And finally, since all this chatter is going absolutely nowhere fast and I have some construction work to get to before the day ends, here’s my objet d’art for this 14th day of January in the year two thousand and twelve.

I got him on our trip to the east coast, I think maybe in Newfoundland, although he and his brothers in yellow rain slickers were in gift shops everywhere out there.  He’s got a stringer of fish and a “Roberta Hand Sculpted Originals” tag (hand sculpted from polymer clay by Roberta Palmer, Prince Edward Island) at his elbow.  And a GREAT moustache. If I had that kind of rain gear, perhaps I could survive an extra day or two in the wilderness. Or at any rate be spotted more easily by Search and Rescue huddled in the fetal position beneath some big tree in a thunder storm waiting to be eaten by a bear.