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January jawbone
Jawbone: That’s slang for chit-chat. Catching up. It’s been a couple of months, obviously, and not many changes. Just resting and refiguring where I am and where I’m going. Nice to have the time, and very necessary for straight thinking. I spent some of today soaking up the sun’s rays in a chair on the back patio, since I feel oppressed by too much cloudy or rainy weather. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, the poet might have said, but he meant sunshine, surely. Today was a lazy Saturday, not many chores done, although they are legion and endless. Resting from a sleepless night, mostly. But there’s a ham and bean soup…
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blog-a-boo
What I’ve been up to, in the tiniest way (in between resting, thinking, and staring into space): Making stuff out of other stuff. For example, this spectacular mobile (left) made from some old kitchen utensils that had holes and splinters. A piece of driftwood, some wire and glass beads makes this reuse-a-riffic. If I do say so. A bit of painting and gluing. Crafty stuff. Making art. I rather like putting on a smock and getting my fingers painty. Keeping up with the tomato crop — still, mid-November. Not many big tomatoes, but hundreds of yellow pear and red cherry tomatoes in the yard — maybe half of them from…
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november morn/noon…
…or afternoon. Hung out kitchen rugs and a comforter to dry in the morning. By afternoon I checked them, not dry yet, and there is still dew on the grass. Damp outside, everywhere. The Boy is still sick with a croupy cold, and Mr. Husband can’t shake that virus, but is heading back to work Monday anyway, after two weeks at home trying to recuperate. Everyone is under the weather, even when the weather itself has been lovely. Colds and flu abound — be careful when you ask for abundance. You might get it. I’m drinking cinnamon hot chocolate instead of tea or coffee, just for a change. I made…
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fall-winter-cold-sneeze
It’s still fall but in California, this is also what winter looks like. We don’t have seasons, we have weather: hot, fog, rain, wind. Sometimes cold, but not that cold. The cold of which I speak in the headline is myown — I caught the one my daughter had and instead of baking bread and cleaning my bathroom bowl, I’m slouching around and drinking tea in my bathrobe. Sexy! Yesterday the cold (mine) was coming on, so I popped a lot of cough drops and kept plowing ahead. The last day ofthe fall Friends of the Library Used Book Sale was yesterday — the clearance sale (see pic for the…
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When the Sky Fell
Rick and I are sleeping, a little late on a Tuesday. It’s deadline day, and we know there is a grueling schedule ahead – a stop to pick up proof pages and photos, last-minute stories to write, an unstable editor’s wrath to face, surely sometime before 4 p.m. when the last page is due at the press. The phone rings. We stretch and rise. Harold, down at Production, wants to know where the hell we are. “Wake up, man,” he shouts into the phone, Jamaican, the half-laugh in his voice enough to keep us guessing. Is he angry? Is he joking? We can never tell. “You are missing all the…
