1. Me. Admittedly, this was several days ago, but I was walking briskly home from the bus stop after a movie the other night and caught the toes of my right foot on an inch-high uplifted edge of sidewalk. The fall knocked me out of my shoe and hat, and I was saved from some generous scrapes by having decided it was cold enough to wear my leather gloves, which protected the heels of my hands. Thank goodness. Even so, my shoulder and arm were badly sore from the impact…
Tag: daily life
come along, my darling
Yesterday on Moore Street I noticed a man who looked kind of like a blunt-cut, knock-off Michael Fassbender. Good looking, if not as good looking as Fassbender. A minute later Young Indiana wandered several steps away from me and stopped to look at something. I said, “Come along, my darling,” and the Fassbender knock-off turned toward me in slow surprise. I laughed and said, “Wrong darling, sorry,” and off we all went our separate ways. :) I keep trying to make posts and I can’t think of anything to write…
Everything is awesome!
I haven’t liked a “hit song within the context of a movieverse” so much since “Backdoor Lover” in Josie & the Pussycats. I thought the movie was at best moderately amusing, but the song, I find hysterical. Also it’s better than almost anything for clearing earworms, and I’d far rather be singing “Everything is awesome!” than the theme song to Sheriff Callie. @.@ (I asked on Twitter what special level of hell was reserved for people who put “Everything is Awesome” as their ring tone, and a friend said it…
switcharoo
Due to the sounds of traffic outside being slightly overwhelming to Young Indiana, we spent Saturday switching all the rooms around. Or their contents, anyway (pedants). Young Indiana’s room moved into what had been our bedroom, our bedroom moved into what had been the office/guest room, and the office moved into what had been Indy’s room. He’s happy because he can’t hear the cars now. I’m happy because I have a dedicated office. I had, of course, just finished tidying the *old* office, and now this one is a disaster.…
I need a secretary. @.@
Or more hours in a day that are not already spoken for. Or a to-do list so exhaustive I cannot fail to do each tiny step on it (yes, yes, Carl: I’ve read GETTING THINGS DONE :)), except I need either the time or the secretary to create the exhaustive to-do list, so…a secretary would be nice. This has been an extremely busy month: I’ve written 42K, which has involved finishing STONE’S THROE, copy edits on SHAMAN RISES, and writing more on MAGIC & MANNERS. There have been 3 birthday…